Published in: Winter Park, FL
Notes on this Issue:
February is always a very uneventful month for me. Right between January (the first month of the New Year) and March (a month that is littered with the birthdays of the people I disdain most of all), the only interesting moments I have in February are those surrounding the events of Valentine’s Day. Being a lover of romantic poetry, but also finding large amounts of displeasure in obligatory gift-giving, Valentine’s day always presents a conflict of interests for me. However, it is when I am in such states of conflict that I feel most at home—most connected with my roots. In this way, February is usually a fruitful month for writing.
So, in reverence of Valentine’s Day and the personal conflict that it brings for me, most of my poems in this issue are dedicated to romantic love and all its troubles. Nonetheless, there will never be a solid theme for any issues of this publication aside from the daily activities, thoughts, and desires that come about while living life in the underground.
- W.B.
Authors in this Issue:
Walter Bickle
Dick Warlock
Poems in this Issue:
W.B.
Now Three Years Past In Solitude, I Remember Breath is a Sacred Thing I Keep in a Pouch Hesitant with the New Companion To the Woman that Beauty has Left
D.W.
Dark Wind Jesus Wept at a Carnival Mass Ghost Radio Mirador Good Mourning
Thanks for reading.
