Chistmas Poem by Joe Pacheco

The Night Before Christmas on Sanibel Isle

Twas the night before Christmas on Sanibel Isle,
Not a gator was stirring, not our one crocodile.
The Roseate Spoonbills wore pink underwear
While Blue Herons were sleeping legs up in the air.
The shops had been emptied of I-Pods and stones,
And last-minute shoppers dialing cell phones.
The Drawbridge Protection was in its last throes,
And from Lake Okachobee poured freshwater woes.

But I with my Flo-Max and Ma with Botox
Were just settling down to our new cable Box,
When all of a sudden nothing bright did appear,
A Lee County Light outage — the one hundredth this year.
The cordless phones in an instant went dead,
No television programs to be watched while in bed.
But the land line we’d kept and the cellular phone
Brought assurance from police we weren’t alone.
When would lights go on? —the police had no clue,
But ‘twas holiday season and they were only a few:
The rest had all gone to Bell Tower Fair
In hopes that Saint Nicholas soon would be there.
The generator purchased after Charlie’s big blow
Had gone back to Costco when FEMA said no.

So with one trusty flashlight we walked to the beach,
Met snowbirds collecting every shell within reach.
The moon shining down on red seaweed below
Made some of us wish we had stayed north with snow.
But Sanibel’s no-see-ums not blinded by light
Had all come to wish us Merry Christmas that night.

So back to our houses we ran like a flash,
Closed all our windows and pulled down the sash,
Called Lee County Electric on our cellular phone —
Their message informed us they had all gone home:
In the spirit of Christmas they were proud to say,
An emergency crew would work Christmas Day.

Till then, it concluded, cheerful and bright,
“Merry Christmas to customers, from Lee County Light.”

~ Joe Pacheco

Living in the Undimension

by J.E. Marksteiner

 

Right now, you are living in the four-dimensional universe. Time, as you understand it, is the unending, ever continuing progression of events which occur in succession from past to present and – if all goes as you hope and plan – into the future. Actually, the four-dimensional universe exists within the Undimensional universe. The key word here is “within.” The Undimension is not an otherwhere, existing at another time; it is here and now. [more]

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The Time We Make in Passing
by Gary McLouth

The Time We Make in Passing

 

McLouth’s poetry, while sublimely personal, connects us to the most basic and essential of our shared histories, hopes and fears. The poems, confident, curious, humble or confiding, unmask his vulnerability and caring, which gifts us with feeling that someone or something is “whispering my name.”

This collection of works across decades of McLouth’s career showcase depths of insight, humanity, melancholy, and humor. [more]

McLouth — Do No Harm

Do No Harm by Gary McLouth

Do No Harm

Do No Harm creates an in-depth, thoughtful, and artistically arranged conversation between the voices of the father and son who serve as alternate narrators throughout the book. These nine stories compose a complex duet in which two voices mingle and separate, both delving into their shared pasts, both examining and reexamining their connections to other people, to the places that profoundly affect them, and – always — to the web of family that binds them.