Table of Contents

Gay and Lesbian Theme


Views and Mechanics
Publisher's Note
Editor's Note
Review of This Is Not For You
Review of Potato Queen
Crossword
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Creative Nonfiction
Tunis, Forever
By John Champagne
Bisexuality 101
By Evelyn McFarland
Poetry
Blackouts
By Steve Rydman
Self Loathing
By Steve Rydman
A Boy Reads YM
By Steve Rydman
I Finally Found Me
By Lucretia Randle
Acorn Boy Above the Conclave
By James Penha
Fiction
As If In Time Of War (1985)
By Christopher T. Leland
General Works
Creative Nonfiction
Stone Musings #5
By Mike Munsil
Ascent Into Being
By Holly Mitchell
Fiction
Come Winter
By Sandra M. McDow
The End of Stories
By Sonia Vora
Coal Blood
By Tom Bennitt
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Blackouts
By Steve Rydman

POWERLESS: Michigan caught in nation's worst outage
August 15, 2003, Detroit Free Press
"The nation's worst-ever blackout, which spread across parts
of seven states and Canada on Thursday…left 50 million people powerless"

I smoke pot more now, but no one notices,
not even tonight as a third of the country
does what they don't normally do:
play board games by candlight,
talk to neighbors and share spoilable foods.

Without artificial light, the almost full moon
shines a circular beam through a clearing in trees;
their leaves like hands rustle with applause in the wind.

Between gusts, there's an uneasy silence,
one we know will be drowned out by the buzz
of electrical wires. For now, we stay high,
listening to the orchestra of bugs
and watching a few stalled cars
wait like dreams discarded.

I take a long hit from our joint, suck
in its escape, multiplied by this dark
world, where there's no work
tomorrow, no way to talk
to my mother and listen
to her list of medications,
no way to hear my friends yak
at their screaming babies
and unsympathetic husbands.

Even my lover's face could disappear
in this eclipse that stretches
for miles and miles. I am lost in it.
I love it. I finally understand
what my father looked for
night after drunken night: the ease
that comes with a powerlessness that never ends,
spreading across states and other countries,
a blackness you can't drive out of...

I take it in and hold it,
burning in my lungs.