“Tho I Have Not A Poem…” by Kari Pratt Bishop



Tho I have not a poem,
I want to share with you
a glimpse on my first morn
of 2011.
I woke up early as I do
and my cats Zack and Abbie were there
on the empty spot for them
to look outside.

They see I’m awake…
it is a new day in what year?
We spent the New Year with party hats, honkers,
and my friend and her two six year old grandsons,
Roman and Gabriel.
Smart, kool kids,
We played CRANIUM …

As I lay in bed this a.m.
the snow was falling
so beautiful
and the gratitude
for my warm bed and my kitties
and the beautiful flakes of snow…
gratitude, gratitude.
This a ramble
no poem.

Kari Pratt Bishop
© 2011

“Tales of the 10th Commandment” by Alexis Rhone Fancher

At 17 she
jumped on the
back of a
smiled for the
journalist &
flash! sheʼs on the
cover of Newsweek.

So jealous.

Parlayed that into a
role on a hit
sitcom about a
mid-west radio station,
where she
met the sexy
TV star
who divorced his wife/left his
for her.
Talk about a run of luck!

Fast-forward to 2007,
when he left her for that
singer & the cops found her
crazy-naked in the

So not jealous.

Photo & Poem by

– Alexis Rhone Fancher

© 2011

“I Dither No More” by Jacquelyn Gail

Out with the old,

In with the what?

A redo, a make over, a clean slate.

Wipe it

Trash it

Delete 2010 to our memory banks

For those of us who can still remember.


Remember when my world was crashing in,

smaller,  tangled, and so far away.

Where I was blotted out of my own picture frame.

A gaping whole remained where I use to reside.

A ghost in my own play,

where friends swirled around me

and family walked by me,

and the pain and the  confusion

was sinking me amidst

glistened uncertaintude and

pitiful doubt.

Good bye 2010,

You didilled while I dithered.

Now I have a second shot,

A miracle gift

A rainbow slide

Lift the veil

Ride the light

to wonder.

Savor moments of 2010

hug a bugs from grown children

ecstasies  in the night

wise words sailing through me

shared in a never-land of friendship.

Each day I shall romp

in the riches of my days,

by the hearth with a good book,

in the rain hearing the rhythm of  each drop

soaking in the sun and feeling its strength.

Arm in arm with Ralph,

giggling with Ilana

laughing with Shaun

listening with friends to the

wind against our cheeks

and the wisdom resonating in our marrow.

I shall set out like

Marco Polo to find

the art of my life.

Welcome 2011.

So begins a new page.

Jacquelyn Gail

Foto by L.K. Thayer

© 2011

“AMBUSH” 1/1/11 by Marcus Elman

It’s New Years Eve.

I’m bound.

I’m wound.

Shivering in the gleam,

in the newness coming

with the stroke of midnight.

When the ball drops this year

I’ll be asleep, then

awakened by the roar of the street,

by the disco beat at the corner

restaurant, by the kids honking

horns between bong hits.

I’ll stay in bed,

turn my cell phone to silence,

and walk my dream circuit.

Do some interval training over

the decades that disappear

now, like my hair, once called

a triple afro; now clipped close

like old sheep counting sheep;

like madmen at their mutton

repast calling the horses:

Ready to ambush the New Year.

Marcus Elman

L. K. Thayer’s Foto Fetish

© 2011

Mother Theresa



“Life is an opportunity, benefit from it.
Life is beauty, admire it.
Life is a dream, realize it.
Life is a challenge, meet it.
Life is a duty, complete it.
Life is a game, play it.
Life is a promise, fulfill it.
Life is sorrow, overcome it.
Life is a song, sing it.
Life is a struggle, accept it.
Life is a tragedy, confront it.
Life is an adventure, dare it.
Life is luck, make it.
Life is too precious, do not destroy it.
Life is life, fight for it.”
— Mother Teresa