Some more additions to the web page. As I learn how to do this sort of thing, I will try to introduce new things. Just recently I've decided to add a commercial link. I'm sorry for the addition of capitalism to the page, but I just couldn't resist the five cents (US funds) a click that I would get. I am weak, please forgive me. On a brighter side, there is a message board for you to post your thoughts and words. I hope many will take advantage of this new medium. As always, the purpose of this ezine is to present the work of myself and others. I have also made up a "Guidelines for Submissions", I hope this will explain the mission of AGT and what I'm looking for in submissions.
Then, all of a sudden, she wakes up. It is a glorious moment which signals another turn of events- like the end of the world. This is obviously not a work of normal fiction. To know the rest of the story, get the book and read it.
Coupland is arguing against the shallowness of modern life, compelling
us to find some more meaning to our lives, the question is, what will it
be.
The first work comes from Ryan. This poem is from his web page. He's got a few poems posted and I look forward to reading more of his work.
Between strange peaks, Our city walls are erected, Walls of ghastly marble, white and uninviting. We hide ourselves withing them, We are graceful, Brief and vague. Fleeting images. The light robs me of concentration, In this place she surpasses my being Again and again with the simplicity of her own. I will cast my shadow where dreams fold Onto each other without care or hesiatation. I will measure myself in the harsh sterility Of the new moon. I am fearful of language, I am ever grateful for dreams. In sleep I may find voice, Until the sun sends forth the Dawn's first emissaries. Ryan Searfoss.Zandria is back, gracing these pages with another one of her works. I look forward to mail from her, knowing it may contain a poem like this:
Invitation II Come dance to the rhythm of God's breathing in this ultimate performance of great souls rediscovering that thru all the trappings costumes scripts performances applause that who we are is who we were and all we need to be to win the day~ Zandria ~
FOR KEVIN The pain within my heart grows ever thicker as the old wound is reopend and the tide of woefullness is spilled upon the ground bloody tears fall from my face i miss your sweet embrace as the moon calls and shadows dance upon my soul ever searching the one i find may be within myself right before my eyes taunting and calling the winds do blow my hair is swept accross my face as the visons subdue and the candles burn low i think of you and your sweet embrace as never beforeLeviathan
cj of cj2000 sent me a very special submission. It is a poem she wrote to her husband on their anniversary. This is a very special gift for all of us to read.
Remembering May 4th, 1996 I could not deny the beating love that lead me to that place where we began our journey May 4th, 1996. Since then you've been my first star shining in the black blue night, you've been my bright light, a fixed point in the chaos. When times become tough I need only reach to the sky and find you there: my security in the storm, my shelter that carries me through the confusion. My soul still stirs and soars within my trembling skin when you touch me in the depths of my sorrow. You, my friend, You, my lover, You, my husband, my only soul mate. To you I bear my life and not fear betrayal. To you I give my heart cjAnother new poet "Lady Lost" has sent a number of romantic poems. This is her first submission to the zine, it will not be the last.
Unaccustomed Unaccustomed to languages Languages of lovers Untaught in touches Caresses of love Ignorant of kisses Seductive and probing Tender lasting nibbles Upon longing lips Still there are dreams Revealing such secrets In inadequate surges Trembling through spaces Dreams become starvations Starvation’s to questions Questions to desperation’s Searching for fulfillment Fulfillment is a renegade Lashing at restraints Restraints too long kept Snapping at the chains Of their cruel keeper Little proper ways Improperly maintained By their winner Leading to hunger An immoral rush Carrying minds away Into pleading cries Oh, someone worthy! Find me quickly! I am over-ripe Within wants vineyard Upon romance’s vines. By Lady Lost Copyright © 1999 All rights reserved. Yes I have a Library of Congress Copyright!
I'm trying to
understand this thing called love.
Why am I bothered by such a
strange
emotion.
It bothers me,
because I don't like being out of
control.
I expect to be in control,
and I was,
until
you came near.
Good Day
It's a good day
to look out the window with you.
to lose our thoughts
together in the weather
and drift along,
not focusing on anything
and pretend we're totally alone.
we stand there together
until
reality makes a noise
and we go on with the rest of our lives.
Music from Carmen
watching out my window,
seeing more flakes settle
on the
growing mounds and piles
that seem poised to sweep down and
cover all the ground near me.
On the radio
the band is in full swing
the hot licks of the trumpets
try to melt the air around me.
I just sit,
and watch, and listen
waiting, waiting
for the chance to go
and be with you, again.
this next poem deals with the other side of the love equation:
She took my last chance at happiness
I gave you chocolates,
and a pretty card.
You stood at the door
and thanked me, but didn't invite
me in.
Later that week,
as I walked past your place,
I found the chocolate and the card
both in the trash.
I only hope
that you ate all the chocolates
and you thought
the card was too mushy.