Mary E. Adair
When I awake in the morning, and greet the Sun in
prayer, for the start of a new life, a new day, .. if I find fault
in something so soon, in my day, then the fault would lie within
myself, for the day, is new. . .
Not sure where that quote originated, but it rings true, doesn't
it? Many of us do find fault in the mornings, in the mid-day, in
the afternoons, and evenings; laying our head down at night with
the liturgy of the day's wrongs still flowing from our mouth.
If, instead, you were the recipient of this virulent and
persistent output, how would it make you feel? Like blessing and
rewarding the source of the complaints? Didn't think so.
Well, the pledge here is to look higher, feel happier, exercise
enthusiastically, compose at least one poem a week, purge
procrastination, and love every moment of it all. Starting right
out by loving our authors, each and every one of them. Bless your
hearts and minds for what you do and for sharing your results with
us here at Pencil Stubs Online.
From the experienced
entrepreneurs, i.e. David Francis ("Dave's Here") to the beginners,
i.e. Ryan Wadford (one of your editor's 16 great grandchildren) whose story "The Rainforest Boys" blossoms with entrepreneurial plots
and expansions, may each of you dwell harmoniously with your
family, friends, coworkers, and even your siblings, (Ryan.)
As Falls plunges into our schedules, let us find time to read
each other's work as well as our own. Let us be among the kinder,
gentler, more angelic souls, as referenced by Thomas O'Neill in his
"Introspective" column. If you never read the columns and
articles, this is the month to treat yourself. If, on the other
hand, poetry has never been your thing, at least read Eric
Shackle's article "No pullet surprise for the Z poets." Open your
minds, make time for the thoughts of others in order to gain personal
enrichment. And don't miss "Eric Shackle's Column" either.
Jacob Wights story muses about "Brian Adams Love" while Leo C. Helmer
presents some info about Labor and its laws you have most likely
never heard explained as well before. He keeps bobbing up this
September, with the next chapter of his Great Jobs series, with
pics, and his regular column, "Cookin' With Leo." He tops it off
musically with a new segment of "Historical Western Swing"
featuring The Lightcrust Doughboys in the article.
LC Van Savage asks a question in "Consider This" and Gerard
Meister ("Thinking Out Loud")shares some special thoughts had while shopping. One of our former columnists, Connie Anast,
emailed our webmaster Mike Craner a lovely glimpse of true love,
which leads off the Mail Bag gleanings for this issue, and helps
offset the more somber second missive.
Mattie Lennon ("Irish Eyes") treats us to some beautiful
photography and some of the terminology of the art, introducing us
to a few of the foremost photographers from the green Isle. The
pics are so perfect, one must wonder if these photographers ever
took the kind with a tree growing out of the main subject's head,
or carefully squeezed a big group closer and closer to get them all
in only to end up with wide un-peopled borders all around the tiny,
non-recognizable people squished in the center.
Matison J. Mansfield has two poems in this month, "Whoever?" and
"Open." The latter one, should perhaps have been saved for
Halloween next issue, but it does have some of the redeeming
qualities we are searching for. Bruce Clifford's six poems
register in the thwarted love category while the patterns formed by
his words, have a beauty of their own: "Can of Worms," "Controlled
Chaos," "Direction," "I Believed In Us," "If You Only Knew," and
"She's Going Away."
John I. Blair sent us the following: "Superhero," "Poet Boy,"
"Harsh Lovers," "Sick," "Desk," and "Mound Builders." A couple of
these are smile makers, though it isn't easy, from the titles, to guess what mood the poem will evoke.
It is our desire that just browsing will bring you a smile or
tender feeling. That will make it all worthwhile.
Let us know.
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