Saturday, June 22, 2013

riverbabble 23, summer 2013


Center by Christopher Novak

riverbabble 23

Valentina Cano:
         A Disagreement   

George Korolog:
         A Cold Dark Hard
         Winter Birch

G.S. Scott:
          Christmas Honey

Anne Whitehouse:
          Dancing in Water
          After the Performance

Merle Bachman:   Blue Hour

Gary Beck:   Northern Mariners

William Doreski:    Ice Walking

Joanne Faries:    Is the Sun Shining Today?

Richard Fein:   Appealing the Last Judgment

Rafael Jesús González:   Poema de amor, temor y deseo / Poem of Love, Fear & Wish

Maureen Brady Johnson:   Rose Garden at Ringling Manor

Kirk Lumpkin:    Artichoke

Claudia Castro Luna:   Wounded City

Doug Mathewson:    Unravel

J.B. Mulligan:   Beyond the War

Edward Mycue:   Fooled By Carmel's Sleepy Charm

Marie Nunalee:   Bottom Shelf Whiskey

Gregory Owen Pearse:   On the Day I Saved You . . .

B.L.P. Simmons:   Viene y va la luna / The Moon Comes & Goes
    Nina Serrano:   English Translation

Sandy Steinman:   David

Hao Tran:   Between Us

Corlene Van Sluizer:   The Hummingbird Suitor

Sandy Vrooman:   Wishin' My Life Away

Joyce Young:   Conjur Woman's Song

Haiku & Tanka

Rafael Jesús González:    Tres Tanka / Three Tanka

Sandra K. Heggen:   Haiku

Claudia Castro Luna:   San Pablo Boulevard (Tanka)

John Ritchie:   Water Music (Haiku)


Cynthia Benson:   The Center of the World

Darlene Campos:   The Dance

Tomas Moniz:   The Way Other People See You

Garrett Rowlan:   Babylon, Nevada

Tom Sheehan:   Old Man with a Broken Walking Stick

Flash Fiction

j.d. daniels:   Oleacede: Flowering Gifts of the Universe

Chella Courington:
           Balzac and Dogs
           White Space

Jim Eigo:   Figleaf, or: The Road Out

Dana Jerman:   The Lights have the Floor and the Walls and the Ceiling and all space.

Brent Powers:   Paris Redoubt

Brad Rose:
         Shreveport Bank Job Mojo
           I Meet the Noir Editor


Paul Lobo Portugés:   Mao (Excerpt)


Maureen Brady Johnson:   A Terminal Case


Christopher Novak:  Center  

The hero folded her willowy form in a loving embrace murmering fondly Sheila, my own. Encouraged by this use of her christian name she kissed passionately all the various suitable areas of his person which the decencies of prison garb permitted her ardour to reach. She swore to him as they mingled the salt streams of their tears that she would ever cherish his memory, that she would never forget her hero boy who went to his death with a song on his lips as if he were but going to a hurling match in Clonturk park.

                                                                    JAMES JOYCE, Ulysses, p.254. 12, 639-646.

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