6 Photography – by Keith Moul
7 Poetry – “Mirror, Mirror” by Colin Dodds
8 Poetry – “My Permission” by Colin Dodds
9 Photography – [two] by Keith Moul
11 Poetry – “Emily as the Wind Strikes” by Darren C. Demaree
12 Poetry – “Firework Over the Retention Pond #52” by Darren C. Demaree
13 Photography – [two] by Keith Moul
15 About Us
This is where I write something nice about spring in New York, about blossoming and rebirth and the crazy weather and the wind in our hair, and about this thing the transistor, about transferring across a resistor, “the modern become ancient,” as contributor Hubert O’Hearn put it, about the amplification and alteration of these signals, whether words or electricity, and I was thinking about this electricity between people, whether passionate in the sense of sexual or romantic chemistry or in the sense of making a connection with someone, perhaps in the way literature reaches across time and space, the way our newer technologies allow us to in ways that were only imaginable before a few years ago, redefining the way we think about connection, the way we think about communicating these human truths, or miscommunicating them, these primal and high voltage things, synapses firing, like the need to communicate across the resistance of not being able to put things any more precisely than an attempt at communicating them at all, but we do because have to and because we know it will be beautiful. Warmest,
– Christina Phelps
Darren C. Demaree is the author of As We Refer to Our Bodies (2013, 8th House), Temporary Champions (2014, Main Street Rag), and Not For Art For Prayer (2015, 8th House). He is the recipient of three Pushcart Prize nominations and a Best of the Net nomination. He is currently living in Columbus, Ohio with his wife and children.
Colin Dodds grew up in Massachusetts and completed his education in New York City. He’s the author of several novels, including WINDFALL and The Last Bad Job, which the late Norman Mailer touted as showing “something that very few writers have; a species of inner talent that owes very little to other people.” Dodds’ screenplay, Refreshment, was named a semi-finalist in 2010 American Zoetrope Contest. His poetry has appeared in more than a hundred publications, and has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize. He lives in Brooklyn, New York, with his wife Samantha. You can find more of his work at thecolindodds.com.
Juan Israel Espanol is a Pirate, Poet and American Artist. He was raised in Coney Island, Brooklyn and South Ozone Park, Queens, NY. He is a former designer for Crate & Barrel and Retail Manager. Juan has visited 48 states, has lived in 7 cities and has a deep appreciation for home. He studied design and architecture in Chicago while living in Oak Park, IL and considers his time there as having a strong influence on his current illustrations. He is married to a Librarian and lives in Kew Gardens, Queens, New York.
Keith Moul’s poems are widely published. Recently two chaps have been released: The Grammar of Mind (2010) from Blue & Yellow Dog Press and Beautiful Agitation (2012) from Red Ochre Press. He also publishes photos widely. In fact, in 2010 a poem written to accompany one of his photos was a Pushcart nominee. Broken Publications published full-length collection of poems/photos called Reconsidered Light and is preparing his latest chap called To Take and Have Not.
5.14.2014 – trans lit mag begins transmitting issue #12, “transistor.”
by Keith Moul
Desert shot: Ca 216-1 Nr. Palm Springs
by Colin Dodds
after some investigation,
is just a bunch of people sitting around
But, if you are so charged, it is a river
that runs from unseen tributaries
to the attainment of your desires
and to the confrontation of what thwarts them
And I have been so charged for so long
that even now I suspect
I’ll never be adequately discharged
by Colin Dodds
Barreling down the street
in my pork-thick skin,
I weigh a fortune.
I don’t go home anymore.
Alcohol, fervor and loneliness
are the new seasons that hold down the sky,
adhere colors to their objects,
and move me through the strange spasms
On my long, winding walk home,
I stop for a mayonnaise fix.
There is bourbon in my snot
and a wad of bills in my pocket.
My coarse face reddens, snarls
at the fishtailing dawn, at death
“Don’t fucking bother. I’ll handle it.”
God condones it all.
Nothing could be clearer.
by Keith Moul
Can 294-1 Alberta Jasper Natl Park
Can 369-1 Alberta
Emily as the Wind Strikes
If you see an apple
orchard flying past
your house, that is
no pity to nature
& if you see me,
holding the seeds
of a dozen apples,
it is an apology
for I knew not
what it meant
to blitz the world
with this intent
(to abstract, to re-
assemble a love
for art’s purpose)
& when I lost
control of Emily,
the pieces of her,
I did not know
you would find out.
Firework Over the Retention Pond #52
To follow the water
is to say it lifted us
& common wisdom
knows the honor
of better than all that.
Oh to blaze, to be fire
& to stay in the pit!
the non-tide, takes
the embrace of elements
& loses the undertow
as well, the divinity of it.
by Keith Moul
Iceland 344-1 NE to Akureyri
Iceland 619 North of Reykjavik
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Editor Christina Phelps
Poetry Editor Elana Seplow