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yacup — Sat, 29 Mar 2008 15:10:28 CDT

Coalmine
Miner

Accustom to holes
To our scraping earth

The shovel sensitive
The cold shouldering

Power planted
In sinewed stratums

Veins of years
Veins of the coal

The child's father
Piles the black into piles

With the shovel and so
She digs too

The stacked smoke
A mellowed hole

Of the mine as slender
As the awe of division

Jesus her hole
Jesus her country

as seen in the upcomingMonongahelaReview

JacobLasham

nancyames — Sun, 16 Mar 2008 12:48:12 CDT

Enter suggestions in the tables below. Suggestions should be for content in the zine - like concerts we should review or albums to feature. Suggest anything! We'll consider everything.

Suggestion	Name and Email Address
Can novel outlines be posted for consideration/promotion?	Nancy Ames nancyames@shaw.ca

nancyames — Sun, 16 Mar 2008 12:44:25 CDT

Within its outer covering,
coloured the palest green,
in utter darkness, wondering,
and so, of course, unseen...

It lies beneath the horrid weight
of new and ancient waste,
and yet, it doesn't fear or hate
and never feels displaced.

A perfect, living, little tree,
remembering the light,
and yet, it doesn't think or see;
it doesn't scratch or bite.

And, deep within the forest,
someone stands upright,
unacknowledged and unblessed
but perfectly polite...

Who has never closed his eyes
or thought he was alone,
and animates what otherwise
would only be cold stone.

His body is transparent;
you can almost see right through;
he's powerful and patient
and what he says is true.

His heart is pulsing crimson and
a shaft of morning light
shows something flashing in his hand;
he never has to fight.

editorvilate — Sat, 15 Mar 2008 11:20:46 CDT

Just go to the Concert Photography page and decide which is your favorite. Once you've decided, send the moderator, editorvilate, a message telling her which is your favorite and why. When all the votes are in, we'll feature the best photo here and we might just use your comments in the caption!

You can also add your thoughts in the discussion thread on this page and the Concert Photography page. Share opinions and try to get others to see why your favorite photo is the best! Good luck to everyone!

editorvilate — Sat, 15 Mar 2008 11:19:23 CDT

Go ahead! Add a page and share some of your writing with us. It can be published or unpublished - doesn't matter! Have fun and take a look at what we already have up!

And, feel free to add discussion threads on the writing pages. Tell the writers (nicely, of course) what you think of their work!

editorvilate — Sat, 15 Mar 2008 11:17:18 CDT

"That girl's eyes loved gazing into water,
in her doubly delightful vision,
but he was still learning the liquid language
and there's danger and there's damage,
there's envy and derision,
when you love the ocean's daughter.

So he told this girl that of course he had
been in love once, but that girl had
turned out to be a mermaid and he
couldn't swim or even go overboard and
sink down to where her eggs were lying
like multitudinous, enticing pearls slowly
drifting away on the luminous white sand
at the bottom of the blue lagoon.

He didn't really like the water very much,
I guess... so anyway what this girl told me
was that after that he always, ironically,
had the blues, like a deep glinting reflection
in his eyes... like the distant echo of a
soprano saxophone in his ears...

The first time this girl met him, apparently,
he turned to her and said, "What did you
say?" and forced a smile politely to his lips,
his lips that would never kiss an earth-woman
or taste the flower-sweet air that floats through
her, although she may have any number of his
wistful, wondering children clinging to her skirts
while her tears flow endlessly back to the sea."

editorvilate — Sat, 15 Mar 2008 11:16:57 CDT

After the concert, he found himself shuffling along the street with all the rest of the exuberant audience, humming one of the band's big-hit melodies, his eyes still strobing slightly from the light-show. It was so cool and digital, like all the alternating headlights and tail-lights.

The sky was starting to get much darker and the air was suddenly colder and then snowflakes were falling on everybody. He pulled his hood up over his head.

It wasn't long before there weren't so many people on the street. He was surprised to realize that he had been following one particular girl for some time. There was something strange and yet familiar about her. By then, enough snow was on the ground to show footprints and hers were the tracks of very small boots with tiny pointed heels.

The girl stopped under a street-lamp and lifted her small face to look up into the night sky. He stopped and stood where he was and looked up too, perhaps hoping to display a sympathetic attitude.

He watched the millions of snowflakes falling down toward him out of the blue-black infinity and, also out of the blue, his mind recalled reading somewhere that reality is structured in octaves, like music. He allowed himself to laugh with pleasure at the thought and then he tried to casually meet her questioning eyes.

Her smile was sweet but hesitant. The snow had melted on her face and looked like cold tears. Its crystals sparkled on her dark hair and eyelashes and her eyes were shining too, dark and deep.

That was when he heard himself saying, "Don't I know you from somewhere?" As soon as the words were out of his mouth he was uncomfortably aware that he had used the gnarliest old line in the world. He looked down at his feet, playing for time.

But she just laughed lightly and answered, "Of course you do. We've met many, many times before. Don't you remember? I am Nesia."

editorvilate — Sat, 15 Mar 2008 11:16:09 CDT

Welcome to the Feel the Word Magazine wiki!

Take a look at the magazine and browse the wiki. Start discussion threads and share something awesome with us, whether it be a picture, adding an event to the calendar or giving a suggestion for the zine. Thanks for stopping by!

Places to go:

Do you have a great concert photo to share? Go to the Concert Photo page.

Do you have an event coming up or know of a good concert? Add it to our calendar.

And, of course, discuss all of this and the content from the zine in the discussion forum.

You, Before

by Amber Vilate

nothing inside but stars, remembering,
and moon hangs like a once-smiled smile
while wind gathers dust to blow
the thoughts right out of my head

Sharmagne — Thu, 07 Feb 2008 22:38:56 CST

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Sharmagne — Sun, 03 Feb 2008 02:05:28 CST

Type your photo caption or credit here.	Jamie Cullum, Washington DC (photo by Amber Vilate)	Joshua Radin and Schuyler Fisk (photo by Amber Vilate)
Peter Walker & Sharmagne Leland-St. John Austin Music Festival 2007	Type your photo caption or credit here.	Type your photo caption or credit here.
©Quill and Parchment Press Type your photo caption or credit here.	Type your photo caption or credit here.	Type your photo caption or credit here.

editorvilate — Sun, 30 Dec 2007 13:38:08 CST

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editorvilate — Sun, 30 Dec 2007 13:34:11 CST

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