Essay from Joan Beebe

LIBRARIES

When I was a child, the only library to which I was exposed was in my school.  I don’t think I really understood the value it represented at that time.  By the time high school arrived, it seemed we were in that library a great deal of the time.  Eventually, after graduation, I wound up working in our main central library and it was a Civil Service position.  I remember being quite nervous about taking that exam but, thankfully, I passed it.

I started work there and was given a tour of the library.  There were 3 floors plus a basement and a sub-basement.  It was all quite confusing at first.  In fact, the sub-basement was a little scary and I thought I never want to go down there.  There were so many departments to learn about.  My first job was inspecting the new books as they arrived, processing the information and entering the pertinent facts regarding that book on file cards.  All cards, from time to time, were taken down to the catalogs on the first floor and filed properly in drawers.  It was interesting but I hoped for a promotion eventually.  It finally happened after a year or less after I was hired.  There was an opening in the public relations department and I was transferred to that office.  I worked for a very nice woman who taught me the parts of that job for which I was responsible.  It really was fun as well as work because I had the opportunity to take spot announcements to the downtown radio and TV stations and meet some of the staff in those offices.  Learning and experiencing the behind the scenes work at a library gave me also an opportunity to participate in some of the events held at that library. There, quite often, it may seem that a library is a boring place to be.  But the opposite is what is true.  A library is alive with stories of the past, the history of so many different cultures, scientific discoveries, our galazy and so much more.  There are also phones ringing with people seeking help or being directed to the proper department, students sitting at tables pouring over books to find much needed answers to their projects or papers and many people coming in to the library to have personal conversations with the librarians.  There are multiple floors to explore, art to be seen, children listening intensely to a librarian reading a story book to them and enjoying the beautiful architecture of so many of the libraries.

My experience in that library prepared me for other jobs in the future.  It taught me the “stick to it and you can get the job done” as well as good interactions with people and maturing in the way to think and work.

Poetry from Laurie Kolp

Taekwondo Testing*
She reminds me of a willow
tree, whispers my husband
but to me she’s an elegant
gazelle, springing to
spot number two
on the gymnasium floor, and
number one is my son, standing
like an observant sentinel
until the master’s Kyuhng Nyeh!
calls them to attention
and they both move in sync–
the gazelle and sentinel–
fists tight, knees bent
one stiff step at a time.
*First published in Poetry Quarterly, 2013

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Short fiction from Mitchell Grabois

Responders

There are scattered pieces of stale rye bread in the patchy snow of Sloan’s Lake Park. The geese ignore them. The old man who put them there gets on his bicycle and begins to ride away, but he doesn’t get far before he falls over onto the unyielding pavement. Pinned by his bicycle, he’s hurt and perplexed. He’s been riding a bike for over seventy years and has never lost his balance before.

I call 911, even after the old man sees me pull out my cell phone and snaps: Don’t call 911. I don’t want to argue with him. He’s too confused to make a judgment. I just do what I think is right.

The EMT’s put him in the back of the ambulance. What about his bike, I ask.

I don’t know, says one. I don’t know about bicycles. We just take the people. Bicycles have to fend for themselves.

Really? That’s your answer? You must be new.

The First Responder doesn’t respond.

I end up taking the bicycle for the old man. I don’t want the responsibility, but I’m the only one there. I’m not looking forward to returning it to him. He’ll probably be pissed at me for calling 911. He might even get violent. But I’m not worried. I can outrun an old man who can’t even manage to stay on his bike anymore.

I watch the ambulance drive toward St. Anthony’s Hospital. The geese have decided that the rye bread is safe, and are busy eating it. Goose shit is all over the grass, as usual.

That night, I’m in a dark closet, stretched out on the shoes, lots of shoes, footwear for all seasons, cowboy boots with horse shit still on, thongs with grains of sand, rain boots running with water, espadrilles, high top sneakers, shoes with cleats. I’m writhing, allowing all those shoes to fuck me in the ass, make me their bitch.

Clothes hang above me. Inside each shirt is an evil spirit, in every jacket a Nazi. I scream: Oh Lord, why hast thou forsaken me?

The closet door opens. A woman vaguely familiar (I think I was married to her) yells: Get out, you fucking party crasher.

I need medical marijuana to ease this bad trip.

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Synchronized Chaos April 2015: Creative Tension

Happy April and Happy Easter to those who celebrate. This month’s contributors create a sense of suspense, an uneasy creative tension throughout the issue.

Leonard Traumel’s lecture at the Chabot Space and Science Center in Oakland, California, reviewed here by Cristina Deptula, shows how leading physicists and cosmologists say that much of our universe is composed of ‘dark’ matter and energy, about which we know next to nothing. Poet Kira Burton urges us to embrace dissonance and confusion, while Neil Ellman’s poetry comments on paintings whose protagonists are perched between love and disaster, beauty and death.

San Francisco’s Fashion Tech Week reflected the influence of high technology, startup culture and environmental concerns on San Francisco’s emerging fashion aesthetic. Returning poet Tony Longshanks LeTigre describes social contradictions within the same city, where during the same week he can visit a renowned botanical conservatory for free and be harassed for napping briefly in a public park.

Sonny Zwierkowski’s poetry presents images that carry hints of unreality and disconnection: empty foreclosed homes, people who have trouble speaking to each other, a backyard view reflected in a pool of water. Joshua Dunlap’s poetry and prose vignettes tell stories with themes that have resonated with people throughout human history: striving for accomplishment versus living in the moment, fighting with others to prove oneself, contemplating mortality in the midst of vibrant life.

Russell Sivey presents a relationship where there is simultaneously passionate love and intense conflict.

Joan Beebe’s gentle, thoughtful pieces convey the earth’s natural renewal in spring and the rhythms of her childhood working on a family farm. Yi Wu’s poetry presents spring as fragile, almost tipsy and clumsy in how it clears away frost. Patrick Ward also contributes a pleasant piece about growing beans in his garden, and in later pieces encourages acceptance and respect for those who are somehow outside the mainstream, even those who seem scary at first glance. Ward also points to the existence of cruelty and evil in one of his pieces. Again, the complexity of life involves both good and bad, compassion and malice.

Ann Tinkham’s travel essay, like Patrick Ward’s work, comments on the lives of those who are different. She portrays a moment of tension in a family whose baby has Down’s syndrome and wonders if we can broaden our concept of ‘having it all’ to encompass ‘welcoming all.’ Shawn Nacona Stroud’s poetry conveys themes of family and loyalty, showing the beauty of building a history with loved ones. His final piece describes a near death experience, reminding us that we are all vulnerable. Laurie Byro’s work embraces all, love, memory, travel, grief, separation, culture, the foreign, prayers, through lush imagery.

Elizabeth Hughes reviews titles in her Book Periscope column where protagonists must make choices that determine their character and destiny. In K.C. Simos’ Ambrosia Chronicles, the characters within the adventure trilogy slowly grow into themselves, discovering their supernatural powers. In pastor Stephen White’s self help guide Saving Dr. Jekyll, Destroying Mr. Hyde, the author gives advice on how to live a moral life and overcome one’s addictions and bad habits. Characters and readers must choose to show courage and do the right thing even when faced with constant danger and pressure to give in to temptation.

Ryan Hodge, in his monthly Play/Write column, discusses how the most interesting video games encourage characters to solve problems in more creative ways than simply shooting as many enemies as possible. As one game demonstrates, sometimes peace can be even more complex and interesting to maintain than war.

In his lengthy poem about the provenance of a clock, Christopher Bernard reminds us that most of us are inextricably connected to others. Nigerian political columnist Ayokunle Adeleye urges his fellow citizens to turn away from selfishness in the social and political spheres. Laura Kaminski and David Subacchi advocate for tolerance and nonviolence in the wake of killings of civilians within Nigeria by terrorist group Boko Haram. Warwick Newnham presents the moral chaos still present in post-colonial Myanmar/Burma through a vignette about drunken sailors, lovers and fireworks.

There’s plenty of chaos in this issue, but also plenty of love and understanding and creativity. These pieces point to a way forward where we embrace complexity while acknowledging our pasts and accepting and honoring our connections with others.

 

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High tension power lines from George Hodan,http://www.hodanpictures.com

High tension power lines from George Hodan, http://www.hodanpictures.com

Play/Write from Ryan Hodge

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-Ryan J. Hodge

For someone who enjoys a great story, is there anything better than a narrative that engages you from the very start? Imagine a world so rich you can almost smell the scents in the air, a delivery so clever it forces you to think in a way you never thought you would. I’m Ryan J. Hodge, author, and I’d like to talk to you about…Video Games.

Yes, Video Games. Those series of ‘bloops’ and blinking lights that –at least a while ago- society had seemed to convince itself had no redeeming qualities whatsoever. In this article series, I’m going to discuss how Donkey Kong, Grand Theft Auto, Call of Duty and even Candy Crush can change the way we tell stories forever.

How Unconventional Problem Solving Makes Stories More Exciting

There’s a certain habit one can get into while writing as well as playing video games; the habit of resolving problems in the most straight forward, obvious way possible. Be it with firearms or sharpened sticks, it is easy to think of conflict as an uncomplicated affair of each party dueling the other until one falls over. Unfortunately, this can lead to a bit of creative stagnation and, worse, make combat in a story outright boring.

Take Ultraviolet (2006, film) for example. In this movie, Milla Jovovich’s character, Violet, lays waste to the enemy forces with such brutal efficiency that nothing the villains send against her can really be considered a threat. Though the number of enemies is scaled up with every encounter, because Violet’s default problem solving mode is pure attack we, the audience, need not even ask ourselves How’s she going to get out of this one?

Ultraviolet

Shoot some guys? Shoot some guys.

Such modus operandi is more than applicable to a lot of modern video games. The worst offenders, in fact, are some of the most popular on the market; including Halo, Call of Duty, and Battlefield. Despite their financial successes, however, there tends to be little about these titles that players find memorable. However, the moments they do find memorable tend to have little to do with endlessly felling waves of enemies.

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Poetry from Tony Longshanks LeTigre

Yobo Poems

 
by Tony Longshanks LeTigre
yobo (noun): young hobo

1.

I take a nap in George Sterling Park

broad daylight, early afternoon

I’m tired, between appointments

sleep for an hour or less

do not litter, in fact pick up

a bottle left by someone else

pee on the concrete

don’t drink or smoke (though I might)

as I wake up, guy confronts me

“are you camping out here?”

tells me to leave & not come back

calls me “buddy”

I say, “don’t call me buddy”

does this guy know

what it’s like to be crazy tired

and have nowhere to sleep?

I leave, for my own reasons

but may be back again

to this park named after a bohemian roustabout poet

who would totally take a nap in a park

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Poetry from Kira Burton

Embrace Dissonance
Simplicity in chaos

The disorientation of unreality

Realizations

Of your own insignificance

Finding that time

Is the most valuable commodity

The clock ticks

As you read this

Is it worth it?

The most beautiful moments

Are tragedies

Because they end

We are always waiting

For something to begin

Lingering has consequence

We say forever

Like it actually exists

Optimistic in our hubris

Embrace the discord

Because change is perpetual

And without its ongoing tilt

We would wither

We would wilt

Let whimsy rule the day

Let nonsense out to play

And place logic in a box

Only to be used when requisite

If possible avoid it

Logic lies

Logic justifies

There is honesty in discord

That is not easily ignored

Because it makes up our very existence

And it is exquisite in its persistence

It is the majesty of juxtaposition

Peace within dissonance