James Frederick William Rowe
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Poet's Notes: For me, there are few things more magical than looking outside to see the first dusting of snow for the season. This was the feeling that was evoked in me last summer while working at a glass factory. It was over 90 degrees, and I looked outside to see what appeared to be just like a first dusting of snow. After snapping back to reality I knew well what it really was--glass particles.
No torch dispels
The dark that dwells
In tower cells
Where hinges groan.
They are mere boys
Enthralled by toys,
But greed destroys
The blood and bone
That would be king,
What lust would wring
From scepter, throne,
And jeweled crown.
In London town
A wraith in gown
Of white is known
To haunt the stair
Where royal heir
And brother share
A bed of stone
In damp and gloom.
Though lamps illume
This secret tomb
Where horrors hone
The boundless might
That birthed this blight
We have foreknown.
~Tower of London, England
be it process, beast, man.
A process may be altered, stopped, reversed;
a beast may be killed;
any of that may befall a man.
But none of them, once they have existed,
even if only for a billionth of a second,
can be annulled as if they never had.
He was the three made into one:
ineluctable process, incoercible beast, inexorable man.
When they realized what he’d been born for,
they understood the whole shebang would collapse,
he would give no quarter,
their mammoth petty world would soon come to an end.
And so, since they couldn’t curb him,
they rushed to do away with him.
An open, finite curve of sorts at birth,
they’d already let him shape into a perfect circle though,
closed and infinite in itself.
And when at last they went for him,
he had developed into a sphere,
one impossible to grasp in its entirety,
so that what they wiped out was just its surface,
all they thought was there…
finally eluding both their mind and sight,
he’s then become a glome,
imageless and unimaginable.
What he is now
goes beyond their awareness,
what really happened
goes beyond their comprehension.
And yet they feel the end is nearing all the same.
From some inaccessible place
without their knowledge,
undetectable by their brain and senses,
he’s still pursuing his purpose.
The end will be attained.
He will fulfill his will.
Where the evil flames of desire
burn higher, and higher, and higher.
The host never says hi or bye,
never inquires the guests
but always knows their tastes.
They all eat greedily at will,
nobody spends any money
but everybody pays the check.
Only when the feast is over
they realize they're locked in,
regret having entered the inn,
start feeling the burn of flames.
Dribble n Drool by Mark Anderson
Reviewed by John C. Mannone
Former FC Mary Soon Lee's poetry book Elemental Haiku, containing haiku for every element of the periodic table, has just been published by Ten Speed Press: https://www.amazon.com/Elemental-Haiku-Poems-honor-periodic/dp/1984856634/. The book is reviewed and Mary interviewed by The Sciku Project at https://thescikuproject.com/2019/09/27/elemental-haiku-by-mary-soon-lee-review/. In addition, Mary is pleased to announce that she had the following poems published: "Last Human in the Olympics" in the 70th anniversary issue of Fantasy & Science Fiction, September/October 2019; "How to Colonize Ganymede" online at NewMyths.com https://sites.google.com/a/newmyths.com/nmwebsite/poems/how-to-colonize-ganymede; "How to Detect Solar Neutrinos" online at Silver Blade https://www.silverblade.net/2019/09/how-to-detect-solar-neutrinos/, "How to Dance with Dark Matter" online at Uppagus https://uppagus.com/poems/soon-lee-dance/; "How to Lie About SN 2213-1745" in Mithila Review, Issue 11; and "Apology for Your Extinction" in Dreams & Nightmares 113, September 2019. Lastly, her poem "How to Betray Sagittarius A*," originally published in Strange Horizons, has been anthologized in the 2019 Dwarf Stars Anthology.
FC Emeritus John Reinhart recently read a few poems in Portland, Maine and posted the video here https://youtu.be/qu3hbSj-MNQ.
In the end, we decided that we will publish our "Autumn" issue in mid-November this year. Assistant Editor Terri "Winter is" Cummings will be the lead editor. Calls for submissions for this issue are now closed.
We will be open for submissions for our "Christmas/Chanukah/Yule" issue, our final publication of the year, until the Eve of All Hallows. Our Editor-in-Chief will take the lead for this issue and hopes those who submit will find ways to present new and fresh dimensions on this old and popular topic.