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ISSN 1063-8377
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September 1992 - Volume 2, Issue 2
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Cover art extracted from Writer's Ink RT on GEnie - done by SHADOWRITER,
used with permission
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| Table of Contents |
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| Title Author/Poet Search Code |
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| This Month in "Stanza" (with apology)......... Ryan MacMichael......... A |
| How to Use the Search Codes............................................ B |
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| Yearbook...................................... Todd Brendan Fahey...... 1 |
| Dementia............................................................... 2 |
| Mean Whispers.......................................................... 3 |
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| In the Midst of Desert........................ Jason Colflesh.......... 4 |
| Literary Critic........................................................ 5 |
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| The Starting.................................. Wiley Pencil............ 6 |
| of Joyce and Things.................................................... 7 |
| this eulogy:........................................................... 8 |
| Transmission........................................................... 9 |
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| Living Wills.................................. John Nichols............10 |
| Reds roar..............................................................11 |
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| Back Issue List........................................................ C |
| Supporting BBSes....................................................... D |
| The Final Verse........................................................ E |
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| o All information Copyright 1992 RAM Online Publications. |
| o All poems Copyright 1992 by their respective authors. |
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| STANZA, the Free Online Poetry Magazine -- ISSN 1063-8377 |
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[A]
This Month in STANZA
Ryan MacMichael
Before anything, I'd like to offer my apologies to a poet that was
featured in STANZA last month who's name I entered incorrectly in the
magazine. He was listed as "Todd Fehey" when it should have been
"Todd Brendan Fahey." I apologize greatly and hope this hasn't caused
any major inconviences. He returns this month with more terrific
poetry.
This month we also feature several other talented poets. Jason
Colflesh debuted in last month's issue of STANZA and returns with two
more poems this month. Wiley Pencil makes his STANZA premiere this month
with four oddly entertaining poems. John Nichols also joins us.
The way things are looking, there may very well be a BEST OF STANZA
1992 come late-December featuring the 10 best poems from August '92 up
until December '92. This should be a nice addition to your STANZA
collection. Virtual-leather binding and everything. :)
I'd like to add book reviews to STANZA at this point. Book reviews
of poetry collections or anything else you feel would fit well into
the magazine. Reviewers can send a complete mss or query. Reviewer
copies of books can be addressed to the one listed in "The Final
Verse."
In other RAMOP news, we are beginning to compile the first
electronic/online fiction anthology. It plans to be very entertaining.
While it is going to be primarily fiction, I am looking for dabbles of
poetry to toss in here and there for some spice. So, if you have a
poem that tells a story, send it over to us and we'll consider it.
Terms are the same as for STANZA and the address is the same except
address it to "RAMOP Fiction Anthology" as opposed to "Stanza Magazine."
This should be out in winter or spring of '93.
Sorry this issue came out late -- things got busy, so getting the
magazine together was a bit difficult.
I'm always happy to hear your comments on STANZA, so drop me a line.
Until next month, enjoy the issue.
[ END - A ]
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[B]
How to Use the Search Codes
Ryan MacMichael
The search codes listed in the Table of Contents are very easy to
use. Simply load STANZA into your text editor, or viewer, or whatever.
Then find the search code you wish to search for in STANZA, then do
your FIND command and type: [x] where x is the search code.
Simple!
In the future, we may be lucky enough to have a specific viewer
for STANZA. If you think this would be a valuable asset or would like
to take on the task of writing one, let me know.
[ END - B ]
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[1]
Yearbook
Todd Brendan Fahey
When I was young,
I liked to look through my father's yearbooks--
Into the other end of the lens--
To receive the inheritance I had missed at birth;
I was a recessive gene
When the Beatles played Ed Sullivan
And he threw his third one-hitter,
Then drove his catcher to Canada
After the celebration;
I kept him out of Viet Nam,
Still squirming in the belly,
And out of the bush-leagues,
Confined to an armchair
And paralyzed
By the sound of Ryan's fastball
Over the suckling of a pacifier.
[ END - 1 ]
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[2]
Dementia
Todd Brendan Fahey
Lie, the bitter nectar, lie,
And fool me so, time passes by;
Not long ago, I dreamt in large, familiar terms,
Where spans were small and through it all
I could not see in front of me.
[ END - 2 ]
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[3]
Mean Whispers
Todd Brendan Fahey
She wasn't supposed to be listening,
Or even nearby--
We were talking in the office
As bored teachers will,
Gossiping,
When I felt that we might not be alone.
I went next door and knocked quietly
And found her laying on the floor
In more or less a fetal crouch,
A blanket propped beneath her head;
For the rest of the day,
She was aloof,
Absent from the joys of Spring--
Maybe carrying around that same knot
We all felt deep inside,
Hating her own laziness,
Our cowardice,
That part of every man
Who degrades what is convenient.
[ END - 3 ]
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[4]
In the Midst of Desert...
Jason Colflesh
Time speeds by, elusive.
Men living, men dying.
Sounds crash, chaos roars.
Necros spreads his chilling hands.
Suddenly, time slows, stops.
Two men rise from the destruction.
Locked by powers greater than their own,
Slowly they move toward each other.
War, Famine, Pestilence, Death.
All are behind them now.
Steely gaze, cold sweat,
Dripping from their brows.
Closer still, they match their gazes,
One another is all they see.
Even closer now, and with knives drawn,
Their right hands they reach out to clasp.
A dove flies silently overhead.
In the midst of a desert, a flower grows.
[ END - 4 ]
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[5]
Literary Critic
Jason Colflesh
Thumbing through a dogeared book,
I come to the page I had sought.
The secret, hidden part
Of all emotions that had been fought.
I scan the words most eagerly,
Then close the book with a thud.
Walking out of the house with it,
I let it fall from my hand to the mud.
Too late, the page is ruined.
Too late, it cannot be repaired.
For how can I mend something
Of which you have already despaired?
So back to the house I go,
And put my nose in a dogeared book.
I lose myself in its pages,
And forget the love I forsook.
[ END - 5 ]
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[6]
The Starting
Wiley Pencil
This time we came close. Closer-
in fact- than the 17 other times.
I can say this with certainty;
I checked in my journal.
(The green one, if you're curious.)
"March 7, drunk at her house.
Talked about money & kissing.
She played something I'd never heard-
have to find that record."
"May 23, Floating in the pool.
She'd lost her way, she said,
and asked what my sign was.
I asked her what she wanted it to be.
She smiled, but then said
that wasn't funny.
Not at all. Some things are serious.
Don't you take anything seriously?"
"September something. The convertible.
We lay on the warm hood -too hot!-
and tracked the stars.
I made up constallations-
named one after her.
She traced the outline with her finger-
Those? Yes. Those too? Yes.
And which one is you?"
You get the picture. Once
I worked it out on my computer.
I assigned each of us an integer
and extrapolated us across time and space.
Curiously, at some small town on the Rhine
(St. Goar, if you're keeping track)
we will be checked into the same hotel
on the same night. You will be married
(a tall man named Kevin)
and have three children.
I will be with someone I hardly know
(her name will be Kelly-
she will have great legs).
I will see one of your children
(Amanda, the younger of the two girls)
in the hall. She drops her toothbrush.
I fall to my knees and hand it to her.
"Be sure to wash this before you use it."
She has your eyes, but I won't realize it
for years. Then I'll remember you.
[ END - 6 ]
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[7]
of Joyce and Things
Wiley Pencil
Fifteen and filled
with dada and Warhol,
fifteen and driving
fifteen inch nails
into my chest
with innocent talk
of heavy petting,
"I just wanted to see what it was like,
it wasn't that great.
How old were you
when you had sex?"
Easy as that.
My breath is hard,
I look down on you.
You look up
with wide eyes
that have yet to feel
a hateful stare.
At fifteen,
had I even heard of Joyce?
You take my hand.
"Are you the boy
that can enjoy
invisibility?"
I am the boy.
Fifteen and filled
with admiration
for my clumsy prose.
rite something for me,
no one's ever written something
for me before."
Well, listen up:
I've got a bone
fifteen inches long
waiting for you.
I've got a present,
wrapped in words,
that shames me.
[ END - 7 ]
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[8]
this eulogy:
Wiley Pencil
this eulogy:
is a kiss on dead lips, bile in my mouth,
strychnine in my blood.
others will sob and I will not.
they pulled me to your grave
and held me over it.
"here it is,
she's dead, you see,
she's dead."
so I crawled through the dirt,
swallowed it in gasps
washed it down with memories
threw up
passed out
woke in your arms
suckled at your breast
and begged
"tell me it's a lie,
tell me nothing's lost,
not your words,
your lonliness,
your hand in mine.
tell me it's a lie."
can I wake you,
speeding through time?
there's something left to say:
it was meant for me.
[ END - 8 ]
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[9]
Transmission
Wiley Pencil
Colin is dead.
And Mark-
dead.
I'm sure there are others;
I've stopped answering the phone.
And I've moved,
twice,
with no forwarding address.
And I've bleached my hair,
I wear a false nose,
walk backwards,
mutter in strange tongues.
Last week I poked my eyes out,
chopped off my left hand.
Even changed my name
(to "Wiley," no less)
but it didn't seem to help.
[ END - 9 ]
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[10]
Living Will
John Nichols
I know death
face to face.
I have been
to his door.
His `64 Ford slammed
me against his doorstep,
where he waited to give
pain as a key to his dwelling.
Too young to understand
keys, I remain here,
my twisted body
mocked by unaware children.
Death with dignity zealots
say it's better just to die.
I say
Dylan was right
about the night.
[ END - 10 ]
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[11]
Reds roar
John Nichols
race
blues shimmer
blues burst
shimmer quiver
in the air
people oohh
awww
unaware
of the incandescent
heart explosions
fired by your
full roundness
pressed against my lap.
[ END - 11 ]
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[C]
Back Issue List
These are the back issues of STANZA. They are obtainable from the Writer's
Ink RT Library on GEnie (M440;3). Included are the plain ASCII text
versions as well as the ZIPped versions. Below the chart is a brief
overview of each issue.
MONTH VOL ISS .TXT .ZIP
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Nov '91 1 1 2437 2578
Dec '91 1 2 2535 2579
Jan '92 1 3 2577 ----
Aug '92 2 1 3457 3500
Nov '91... PREMIERE ISSUE... Poet of the Month: Elizabeth Millican...
featured poets: Charles Daley, Edward Michalski, Robert
Gratix, D. Scott Anderson, and Linda C. Shelton.
Dec '91... Poet of the Month: Charles Daley... featured poets: Apurva Dave,
Ryan MacMichael, Wild Rose, Kirk Haines, and Mike McVeigh.
Jan '92... LAST ISSUE BEFORE REINCARNATION... Poet of the Month:
Christopher G. Saypack... featured poets: Michael McVeigh,
Ryan MacMichael, John Travailian, Apurva Dave, and Wild Rose.
Aug '92... REINCARNATION ISSUE... Jason Colflesh, Kelly Ford, Todd
Brendan Fahey, Elizabeth Millican, and Ryan MacMichael.
[ END - C ]
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[D]
Supporting BBSes
This is a new section in STANZA where I have allowed up to 10-lines for
BBSes to advertise in STANZA. This space is ONLY available when offered by
myself. It is to let the readers know of the systems that have helped
support STANZA so much. Mainly they are very large systems who have helped
in national distribution, etc. If you are looking for a good BBS to call,
chances are you'll find one listed here. If your BBS is not listed and
you feel it should be, please contact me and we'll talk.
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BBSing! We run a revolutionary "virtual clock" system which lets
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use your account! Come and see for yourself!
If your needs require the best and then some, call our registration
node at (914) 667-4567.
[ END - D ]
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[E]
The Final Verse
Questions and submissions should be sent to editor Ryan MacMichael at:
GEnie : R.MACMICHAEL
InterNet : ryan.macmichael@execnet.com
Prodigy : XVJJ45F
VirtualNet : 52@6291
US Mail : Ryan MacMichael
Stanza Magazine
22 Lightning Dr
Medford NJ 08055-9752
o All submissions can be made via e-mail on any BBS that I am on, on the
network addresses listed above, or the above US Mail address. With US
Mail questions and submissions, include a SASE for a response.
o STANZA is published monthly by RAM Online Publications with a temporary
release date on each issue of the third Monday of each month.
o If you are on GEnie, you may visit our home on the Writer's Ink RT (M440;1)
at Category 46, Topic 8. This is a GEnie*Basic service that is part of
your $4.95/month subscription fee.
[ END - E ]
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