“2009” (journal entry) by Stephen Kalinich


Grace will direct your inner path

if you open up to it.
Sometimes it takes letting go

of old mind sets
and trusting spirit to move you forward.
I believe you can create a plan for your life
that allows spontaneity

and freedom
and still has purpose and meaning…
something you have a passion for…
Have courage to face the changes
and let go of attachments
and leave it to the infinite unseen.

I wish you all the best.
Love,

Stevie

Art by Stephen Kalinich

and John Robertson

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“Liar’s Poker” by Julie Dolcemaschio

I have an idea
Let’s meet in a bar
I’ll pretend I am there
To meet a lover
You do the same

No?
Too unseemly for you?
How’s this:
Let’s meet for drinks at the beach
You’ll check your wallet
I’ll check mine

We will scrape together two dollars between us
And we will join in on a game
of Liar’s Poker
Through layers of gin and Oban we win hand after hand

Stares of admiration become stares of mistrust
So we split
Who says united we stand, divided we fall?
Divided we win big, and when barflies alight

And start to bite, we run out, laughing, having made enough
For steaks and a good cab.  We watch dolphins breed and suns set
And when we get home you slap my ass and I suck your ego
Until you bleed me favors from your eyes

This is the memory I will hold on to tonight
While I wait for you to come home
From an office left long ago
You will smell of betrayal and a cheap red

And I will write love poems about Liar’s Poker and gin
Hoping you remembered your key.

Julie Dolcemaschio

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“Uneasy Chair” by L. K. Thayer

I can’t get the

bitter taste
of you out of my

mind,

you’re a nasty muse.

I gave you my lining

I gave you my inseam

I wore my favorite

jeans.

undone

I sit like a cat

waiting

for the next twig to

snap
to hear if there’s

an echo or
something,

anything to bounce

off of.
but there is

no murmur
to fill my void.

you lean back in your
easy chair

while the rest of the city

rots

and sinks into potholes
on bumpy roads to
nowheresville

Photo by VC Ferry

you
scratch your balls
and worry

that you’re out of cream

and Sweet & Low

for tomorrow morning’s

cup o’

joe

L. K. Thayer

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