Vol.1, No.12 • June, 2008

From the Publisher
Shirley Allard
New Hampshire

Extraction

Annotations In The Great Void
Mother's Good Girl

Political....Me!?

"Night of the Living Shoppers!"

The Opening Bell
Chemical Reaction
Walt Whitman
 

 

 

 

 

 

 
Pulp Diction
Robert Hazelton
New York
Not Quite Right
Bob Church
Missouri
Whisper Gap
Jo Janoski
Pennsylvania
From The Attic
T. Owen Stark
Virginia
Cheshire Cat Chronicles
Rusty Arquette
Florida
 Thinkin' Out Loud
Nan Jabobs
Pennsylvania
Leftovers
Dan Beams
Illinois
Songs of the Soul
Harry Furness
Carolina

Quiet by James Spoonmore

I beg these walls are not so thin
That any sound would conquer them
The moon in all its bathing glory
Asks me not to share this story

I wavered from the dreaming place
To walk beside the mortal race
Of men and heroes one and same
To give my definition name

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Pietrevive - Rock Painting by Ernestina Gallina

Ernestina Gallina June's Word Catalyst Featured Artist Pietrivive Rock Painting

Seasons Beckoned Unto Night by Bob Church

Three hundred eighty two days passed while I paused to once again allow the world back into my life. Oh, consciously I would have denied my feelings. A fifty-year-old man doesn't stop functioning because he loses his father. Sure, there are those times when the still of night or pang of conscience disrupts my routine and hurls me down the slope of despondency towards the pits of despair. Usually, I find a way to hang by my knuckles on the ledge of hope until reason comes to rescue me. That's just what you do… nothing is served by letting go. If I didn't let go in Vietnam, I'm damned sure not going to let go over a man who spent eighty years on the planet.

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Apple Blossom Time by Charlene Truell

 

Pain III by Jon Norland

I'm older than the Goth movement, if you can believe that. Had it existed when I was in secondary school or at University, I would have gone Goth. I was pretty much straight in secondary school. At the university, I became what was called by some a "Freak."

Freaks differed from Hippies not in appearance but in attitude. Hippies had some some sort of philosophic agenda that they were pushing, if only by example.
Freaks were dedicated to shaking people out of their complacency. The attitude was, "I don't know what's going on, but I am equally certain that you don't."

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