Cheap Seats

Ticket to Ride #3

A few notable selections from this issue:

Climbers,

slumber in the rock-fall,

on the lonely snow-blown ridges

   and splintered granite ledges,

clouds tangled

in their stiff fingers

   and shredded parkas.

Dreaming in their sun-diffused

crypts of tourmaline-green,

jagged wall-ice—

they will be with us one again

to regale with tales of bravado,

   skill and desperation,

silence of the frozen sleep

and drinking beer

   with the Mountain Gods.

glacier ice flow,

some forty-meters per year

shall one day

   bring them home  

                         Kitsuné

                        

At times

I rise early

And sit

With a warm

Cup of coffee

And listen a bit

To the sounds

Of the beginning of days,

But it is not the same

As it was yesterday

            James B. Peters

                        

on a winter’s day

falling snowflakes punctuate

vapor sentences

           Steve Croisant

                        

and a tantalizing piece for those who

once enjoyed reading the Sunday paper…

tangled in dry mesquite

a tattered remnant flutters

enticing shadows cast upon

the gradually morphing

sands of time  behind

saguaros mime hurled  futile

insufficiencies

skewering fragile dreams on

heartless spines  while

enchanted mesas shift to cradle

hanging tangerine-melon moons.

stacking scattered klinkers

krazy twisting gravity’s

plausibility

until I can stretch to my

upper limits  reach

wrap rootish fingers

‘round and grip—

now  in hand  there to clasp

~in dramatic melancholy pose~

the supple red felt silhouette

of your illusive heart—

and all is well

if you are heppy

all is well…

                      Ig Herriman

                        

Note: Cheap Seats is putting together their selections for the Pushcart Awards. Selections will be made from the last three issues as well as number four and some that are coming in for number five. Nominations highlighted in Ticket Book #5. Time to ramp up your submittals…

Perhaps tomorrow…comments that may improve your writing. Naw…they’ll probably, just p--- you off.

Evenin’, Max tdc