Issue Three

Spring 2012


Landscape with Artists

Trees, tree-shadows, thunder-flies and leaves.
The artists at their fête champêtre vaunt
their souls like pocket-handkerchiefs and laze
and laugh beneath an unforgiving sun.

Sunlight like a searchlight hammers through
the clouds.  A poet dreams about the moon,
as poets do, of stars that usher in
the velvet night.  A painter swoons before

a buttercup.   We expected as much.
They view the mountain-tops in cloudy air;
they eat their figs; they drink their wine and beer.

The day swims blearily, half-etherized.
They watch and wonder.  Mutterings of thunder
in the distance.  We are not surprised.



C. J. Allen

carved stone

peacock fractal