Being their punctual selves, Elimae popped out a new baby at the beginning of the month, full of goodness, potential, and beautiful eyes. Being myself, I let the rest of the websters have their go at it, waiting 11 days to let my internetting take me back to my beloved darling.
Here is how I’m doing this: I’m sitting down in my room, kids (not mine) are playing outside (not reading books/web journals!), and I’M GONNA READ THIS WHOLE ISSUE. I usually shriek when something makes my brain feel nice, so I’ll write about that below, like my words can hopefully echo my howl. COOL? cool?
READY SET GO MAN GO
WHAT’S THIS? A PAINTING? FIRST THING! GREAT THING! This thing reminds me nothing is perfect, but so much can be AWESOME. OH this painting called ADVERT BY JOHN LINDUS greets me, whispers to keep going, keep going. HELLO.
“The Scale” by Kimberly Ruth owns seven sentences, each one is a plop of setting, a plop of characterization, a plop of LIFE. This sentence alone is enough for me: “I can drive you, but maybe you ought to walk, he said.” DANG.
I’m studying Manifestos in one of my classes, and something about “My Uniform” by Jeremy Lespi is calling out MANIFESTO, or maybe MANI at least. Meaning maniac, mania, manifold, “man i can’t believe how cool this poem is.” Cool here meaning I can’t pull myself away from this piece, the emotion, the description, the sound. Just say it, “My uniform is grey and green and light blue and I never take it off.” Woah.
“Variations of a Brother War (Ammo Triptych)” by J.A. Tyler showcases why it is hard to find a cool issue of a sweet journal without finding Tyler inside. It is the craft of this piece, of most his pieces, that astounds me, the way the repetition in structure drives each piece, the concision of each sentence, seeming thoughtful and important, even the way the three pieces (purposely?) play together is striking. I’m astounded ASTOUNDED I said.
These Two Fictions by Barry Graham are touching without making me gag. Good, thanks. I want to use the word erupt, but I’m not sure that works. I think what I’m trying to say is the reflective angle of these two pieces is like a volcano or angry guy, but no that makes no sense at all. Really, what I’m trying to say is these two pieces, though stemming from obviously similar openings, unfold, yes unfold, like a really nice picture, where something is realized by the viewer-of-said-picture, erupting (there I said it) in a pleasant “ahhhh” or “awwww” or “ohhhh” moment (depending on your place in life) that exudes from the words on the page, um screen. (Side note: I can’t recall a piece of lit that refers to Shrek.)
ANOTHER BEAUTIFUL ISSUE BY ONE OF MY FAVORITE ONLINE JOURNALS. I’M SO STOKED TO BE ABLE TO TALK ABOUT THIS NEW ISSUE HERE. HEY I’M JUST SO STOKED TO BE HERE. THANK YOU FOR YOUR EYES EVERYONE.
Oh, I should not be rude, especially on my first post: what is your favorite piece, dear reader, from this issue?