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  August 2010
volume 8 number 2
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  Eric Lawson
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  Noah Lederman
  Christopher Mulrooney
  Jason Neese
  David E. Patton
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  Luivette Resto
  Sonya Sabanac
  Annette Sugden
  Tim Tipton
  Jessica Wilson
  Abigail Wyatt
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Jessica Wilson
August 2010



art by the feral artist

    Jessica has an MFA from Otis College of Art and Design and her BA from UC Riverside. She is the founder of the SoapBox Poets who venture monthly to the Venice Beach boardwalk and recite their poetry. This group is open to all readers who don't mind delivering their work in the raw.(Website:
Europa Wynd



Sweetheart of LAX

A night in exile the glorious thunder of passing cars.
Lights mirror the souls in our own eyes; this is where the memories begin to fill our hearts;
blasphemous thoughts, curious deeds, what happens here is felt here at the same time by all.
Marching feet stomp to the same drum beat as crowds fill empty space and create families among us
unison stomping, sounds echo and quither off of our moistened flesh,
swimming under the sweat we create, the life we share.
This is the chamber; resurrected and wanting. No more ice, no more crystals to show;
the glitz is dead as the beats slow down. There is no panic, only the lights.
Lights flickering reminiscent of the happy souls who gathered.
Drums chanting a somber rhythm, thump-da-dump, thump-da-dump, until the calmness prevails
and the cool of the wind chills our sticky skin and lets us know the night
is over. Time to wrap up in a soft towel to dry ourselves
and find our beds, our arms, our goodnight kisses, and to bow our heads,
under the twinkle of the sky.

copyright 2009 Jessica Wilson