Cheap Seats Ticket to Ride
Issue #4
A little late into the
mail…almost not at all.
Slight mishap at the
printers left about forty percent of the project…? lost, shredded,
misplaced—eaten? But that occasional squirrel under p.l.’s hat had earlier
advised, make copies; and so he did, in a sort of fashion, so re-constructing
was possible and mostly complete. Had to actually reset some of the pieces (a
big no-no in our book) but desperate times…
Some
new, unusual, and energetic writers have begun flowing into the ol’ Ford van’s high-tech
mail system (that be an overflowing Merrell hiking boot box.) Some good work falling
by the road-side; unfortunately, not useable due to size (mostly, too wide… please,
writers: it is…
2-5/8”
— 2-7/8 max, max. And we don’t want to read about your pee-pee—save that for
your, no doubt, hyper-intellectual back yard beer and brats bbq buddies.)
We’re attempting to select materials that
are not only generally acceptable, but well written, interesting and correctly graphed
(correctly being an objective
property, herein) but that are relevant to today. Materials one may share with
at least semi-cognizant’s; the guy sitting next to them at the Philippe’s lunch
table, sawdust about their feet; parent at the high-school basketball game, in
a pause (?) while stuffing popcorn and screaming; the guy in the bus seat next
to them; their son or daughter—without getting guffawed out of the room. In
today’s language; subject matter and a meter
that is not of another long past, grey-haired era.
Let’s reach down deep
into the bucket of poesies at draw forth a few examples of this latest issue.
“against an indigo
forever
the river of stars
stretches
mountain silhouette
to
mountain silhouette
constantly tugging
at my sleeve”
“uncle”
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“gravel road
the swoops and curves
end at your doorstep”
Peggy
Dugan French
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“on the trash can lid
individual snowflakes
stacking
grilled cheese sandwich
buttering one side
burning the other”
also from: bch
Candi
Cooper-Towler
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“forest glade cool blue hush
dippin’ in the mash
won’t be long till
waltz-time
chickaree scolding
from the sugar pine bough
double checkin’ leaks
steam-pipe fix
ground rye and oatmeal
paste
stubborn ones
get the Snuffy Smith rag
cooker boilin’ a-hum
vibrating hive o’ angry bees
and thump-bucket beating
a drivin’ tattoo fiddlers’ ease
five-eights whiskey
stomp
foreshot gurgles its amber flow
time for proofing down
mean one hundred and
eighty
careful now little bit more
limestone water crystal clear
shakin’ up that Mason
Jar
big ol’ beads vanish
like startled rabbits
scoopful ready for the
sippin’…
smooth one hundred and
one
proofed so fine
mountain corn-still
melody”
Winter Creek Jack
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Remember:
Ticket Book #5 will have the
Pushcart
Prize nominations
from
Cheap
Seats Ticket to Ride.
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often, be well, Max tdc
