Not
                    Quite Right
                    
Bob
                    Church
                  
                
              
              

                

                  

                    

                    
Whisper
                    Gap
                    
Jo
                    Janoski
                  
                
              
              

                

                  

                    

                    
From
                    The Attic
                    
T. Owen
                    Stark
                  
                
              
              

                

                  

                    
Cheshire Cat
                    
Chronicles
                    
Rusty
                    Arquette
                  
                
              
              

                

                  

                    
Nothin' Better
                    
To
                    Do
                    
Billy
                    Jones
                  
                
              
              

                

                  

                    
Songs of
                    
the
                    Soul
                    
Harry
                    Furness
                  
                
              
              

                

                  

                    
Life In The
                    
Slow
                    Lane
                    
Shirley
                    Allard
                  
                
              
 
            

            
 

            
 

            
 

            
 

            
 

            
 

            
 

            
 

            
 

            
 

            
 

            
 


            
Vol.1,
            No.5 • November 2007


            
 


            
 Pulp Diction

            Twisting of words and
            turning of phrases

            by Robert Cameron Hazelton


            
Fall

            
As I walked out the
            door today into brilliant October sunshine, my hair was tousled
            by a brisk breeze carrying the colorful remnants of summer's
            bounty and I exhaled a wistful sigh, for fall has finally arrived.

            
This is my favorite time of year; the temperature
            is just right, and the crisp air helps rejuvenate me after being
            stuck in my concrete cave all day. And watching the leaves gracefully
            waft through the air is often a very relaxing distraction; but
            lately things have been so hectic I seem to have fallen behind
            in every aspect of my life, including the enjoyment part. Looking
            about, all I see are barren branches clinging tenaciously to
            the last few survivors, reluctant to say goodbye. I can't even
            remember when they started changing colors this year, let alone
            dropping!

            
But I guess that's just the way it goes,
            we plunge into something we are passionate about and everything
            else falls by the wayside as we struggle to express ourselves
            with purpose. And of course as responsibility intrudes on imagination,
            I find myself falling away from more ambitious creative endeavors.
            Reading through my blog, I am hard pressed to find anything new
            over eight lines long, but still I force myself to keep going,
            hoping to someday have the leisure to tackle some serious projects.

            
At least I've fallen in with two great
            guys in the band I play guitar in. We had practice last night
            and it felt so good to just let it out! Afterward we stood outside
            talking and a rather bright shooting star plummeted through the
            sky, right above Art's (bass player) head as we chatted. I wondered
            if it was a favorable omen as we embark on a new recording, or
            just another reminder of how fleeting time truly is.

            
Well, as I am extremely busy, I must be
            off. I will shut down this computer and head out the front door
            into invigorating autumn air and take a deep breath, savoring
            it as though it were the last before unrelenting winter descends.
            God I love this time of year.

            
Fall

            
The second day of equal measure

            passed quite nondescript,

            although a subtle change was in the air.

            The angle of our golden treasure

            dipped as terra flipped,

            and hints of urgency were everywhere.

            I stood beneath inviting globes

            of crunchy-tart delight

            where yesterday the blossom lured the bee-

            behind those vibrant autumn robes

            awaits the slip of night,

            which all too soon will come to cover me.

            
Editor's Note: Bob is very
            humble and neglected to mention that this poem took second place
            in a contest hosted by the Poetic Genius Society.

            
 

            
Robert Cameron Hazelton lives
            in Amsterdam, New York and writes the poetry blog  Average
            Poet.