About the artist
Alex C. born October 1975 – deceased May or June 1994 (he can't remember the exact date) and again on 24 March 2005 is some sort of awkward container for restless things that don’t fit anywhere. His drawings are not entirely real but not entirely virtual either and are all about nothing more than something else as long as there’s not anything real in the else – if surrealism is based on some sort of reality non-realism is completely opposed to any reality, other than the fact that the only reality is illusion.

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Stary Night





Angry Nude





New Land

© Alex C.

 

About the author
Janet Richards is a poet & journalist living in the Bay of Quinte area of Ontario, Canada.
She shares her home with her husband, three daughters, & a changeable number of pets.
Janet’s poetry has been published in the anthologies “Brother, My Cup” & “Eyes of the Poet”. She is also a member of the Canada Cuba Literary Alliance. Her first poetry collection “Glass Skin” (Hidden Brook Press, 2008) will be launched May 11, 2008.

Camera Shake

[The Shooter’s Blues]

shutter shudder click

one aboriginal activist released from jail
two house fires: no injuries
three mayors

click shutter shudder

four architectural features
five head shots
six Scottish dancers

shudder shutter click

seven wall of fame inductees
eight amusements at the exhibition
nine child smiles

ten accidents passed plainclothes

without camera
there is always the pretense

it never really happened


Becoming acquainted with Laura

Laura tells me she used to wear clothes
four sizes too big.
She wanted to be invisible.
She had children early while friends were educated,
her husband passed away.

Tonight, velvet green with dark red
and gold drapes her slight frame;
animated, she captivates the crowd
with a trip through who she wants to be.

Doug whispers secrets in my ear,
about an accident, how she had to learn
to read and speak again.

After, as she listens, she slips bare feet from black sandals.
Her toenails are painted red.

© Janet Richards

About the Authors
When Sylvia and Bill aren't writing, they spend their time conspiring to overthrow the various unscrupulous four-legged furry pet dictators in their lives. Oh, and Sylvia likes to do a little math, teach sometimes, roller blade and bike, too. Sylvia usually publishes under the name Birchwood online, while Bill publishes under the then Burnt_at_both_ends.



Godel's Ghost

We,
the aged fragments
of hope, fear, love and loss,
on this last tree
wait,
watching vultures
devour their last meal.

The desert before us
stretches
from dreams to desire.

Your eyes burn,
pierce the horizon,
wager its curve.


None:
there’s no return.


Some:
we meet ourselves again.

…


as withered plants
wager only on rain.


…


You wait for Godel’s ghost to recant,


I wait
for you.



© Sylvia Silberger and Bill Larsen 2007

Note: Godel was a logician from the early 20th century. He proved Godel's incompleteness theorem which says that no finite set of axioms is sufficient. That is, given any finite set of axioms, there is at least one statement that can't be proven true or false.