Poetry of Issue #1                        Page 8
Click page 1 Click page 2 Click page 3 Click page 4 Click page 5 Click page 6 Click page 7 Click page 9 Click page 10 Click page 11 Click page 12 Click page 13 Click page 14 Click page 15 Click page 16 Click page 17 Click page 18 Click page 19 Click page 20 The Blog Bog The Mag Rack	Day Job         For Denise, the science teacher... Working the night shift, the plants and trees all serve as appreciative artisans of moon sighs and star tears but come morning, they all return to their day jobs, effectively assuring that light energy from the sun is properly transformed into chemical energy via the production of glucose molecules.         Cristine A. Gruber	Unnerved High winds blew all night, rattling the broken window in the kitchen, the corner pane with the tiny hole, formed from a misguided BB, intended for a coyote, but now imbedded deep in the demoralized fibers of double-paned glass.         Cristine A. Gruber	Cycle "You've got the sun, you've got the moon, and you've got the Rolling Stones." Keith Richards For Kevin, the history teacher... The moon hangs low on its fishing line, dangling at the end of a hook, episodically close, dressed in full ball gown, designed to tempt the nightlife, those unique souls whom show themselves but once a month, suddenly wakened, celestially vibrant, cyclically alive, unknowingly salivating from the influence of the lunar bait.         Cristine A. Gruber