“First, a moveable feast
Lost in Paris
Olives, goujon, crusty bread.
Then the manuscript
Terse, filled with meaning
Sentences taut
like lariat tails…”
From “I Live in Ernest” by Barbara Tramonte
Issue Eighty-Eight
4 comments to “Issue Eighty-Eight”
4 comments to “Issue Eighty-Eight”
Jon Sindell’s sad story “My Peace” is beautifully written. It tells a sad fictional tale of the real world phenomenon of mass killers; sometimes, just children. Thanks for your courage in taking this complex and tragic subject on. Diane Smith, Grey Sparrow Press
I’m sure there’s more to this story. If not there should be. Jon Sindell finds the voice of his inner 13 year old and shares the universal desire we’ve all felt to shut up some moron or other. We’ve all been handed an unpleasant situation we had to deal with. This snapshot of adolesence made me think about how I’ve handled those situations myself.
“My Peace” was a deep story, revealing how seemingly wise and peaceful people can misplace their desire to control their surroundings and turn it around into something potentially lethal. I liked the pun in the title, as I’ve heard guns referred to as a “piece,” further underscoring how something can easily be turned around into its opposite while still sounding the same.
Chilling. Well done.