SPIRAL CHAMBERS ONLINE March, 1996 Issue #6 ********** *CONTENTS* ********** Introduction ...Section 1 "Black Light" by John Tynes ...Section 2 "to ryan, or to the boy with the philosophy that being naked is ok" by Brandi McElhatten ...Section 3 "A Question of Thirteen Seconds" by Richard Fein ...Section 4 "Live by the Style" by Ben Ohmart ...Section 5 General Info About Spiral Chambers ...Section 6 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Spiral Chambers, issue 6, volume 1. Published monthly by the PSK Publishing Company, P.O. Box 772, Mentor, Ohio 44061. Copyright 1995 by the PSK Publishing Company. All works herein may be reprinted. In fact, reproduction of this electronic publication is encouraged, so long as the works are not altered in any way, shape or form and credit is given to both Spiral Chambers and the work's respective author. For information on reproduction rights, submission guidelines, subscription information or for general inquiries, write to: Spiral Chambers, P.O. Box 772, Mentor, Ohio 44061. Over the internet: repsisk@aol.com. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ********** *Section 1* *********************** INTRODUCTION -------- After nearly two years of continuous service, I am sad to report that Spiral Chambers, the syndicated poetry column for small-press publications, has been placed on indefinite hiatus. The decision was predominantly a monetary one. Poetry is not a lucrative field, especially when done on a small-press scale. While the column in itself was not devouring funds, the time required to maintain the operation was substantial, translating into a loss of opportunity for me. Time is money, thus the decision was made to place the column on hiatus until either adequate funding may be found or sufficient time is allocated. Although Spiral Chambers has been placed on indefinite hiatus, PSK Publishing is in production on a web page that will feature past installments of the column. This web page will not only offer the opportunity to access Spiral Chambers at the reader's leisure, but also act as a complete location for small-press publications to continue using the column, despite the hiatus. In addition to the web page, in late 1996 PSK Publishing has scheduled to produce an anthology, collecting all the poetry that has been printed in Spiral Chambers over the last two years. Due to the high volume of top quality poetry that was slated to appear but never made its debut, this anthology, tentatively titled "Spiral Chambers" in commemoration, shall feature over 36 new poems that have never appeared in the column. Collecting both never before seen poetry and the acclaimed works that were used in the past, the book "Spiral Chambers" is a must for both new and old fans of the column. The anthology shall be offered on the PSK web page and through select booksellers. If you are interested in the book or our web page, drop PSK Publishing a note and we'll keep you up to date on their developments. Spiral Chambers would like to thank all the editors, poets and readers of the column for their support of the project. It is my hope, although this is the last installment, that the column helped to contribute to the sustenance and growth of the poetry medium. Without delving into sentimentality, I bit you a fond adieu. The poetically inclined, Peter Scott ********** *Section 2* *********************** "Black Light" -------- by John Tynes Her face in the purple glow when I kissed her, pulled back, lids heavy lips parted she would breathe, once open her eyes in the hopes of possibility but find only me. "I know," she said, "you don't feel what I feel when we kiss." I looked inside myself felt around my dusty corners rummaged through trunks of unused, withered emotions hoping for possibility finding bare compassion or charity or simple friendship but nothing more. "It could all be so right," I said to myself, "I could hold her all night." I did anyway. Warmth in the narrow bed too short for either of us. Her body full of energy and passion at my touch a bare touch she went over and over and over 'til she was shaking looked in my face some mute supplicant biting back words in the purple light. "Sometimes I say things in my sleep," she was saying, "even hold entire conversations I won't recall in the morning." Her words sounded like a precaution. I knew what they led to. Sure enough, late in the night I heard her speak. "I love you," she said. "I know," I told her, and held her close. "I understand." Thinking of one I told of my love who could not return it these three years gone by (I still ache for her, talk gladly by phone, it lets me pretend.) She left calmly, happily, not a scene. Said she hoped to return, I said the same, truthfully, but it wasn't the same. "How could you want a troglodyte like me," she'd said. I hated hearing that. She was beautiful, pale as the moon, a creature of autumn and bonfires before old gods. I told her how beautiful she was. She was skeptical, insecure, self-conscious. It hurt me to see her so, in the place where once I'd been and visited still, at times. It hurt me that I could not, did not, love her, for fear it would keep her in that low place. "I love you," she'd said. I wanted to cry. No tears came. ********** *Section 3* *********************** "to ryan, or to the boy with the philosophy that being naked is ok" -------- by Brandi McElhatten I think I was just chasing a shadow, it made me laugh to think that the shadow could be you. I have a certain notion about your shadow, that is, every time you depart it seems you forget and leave your shadow with me. That shadow runs around and causes trouble and I can never catch it. Sometimes it is quiet and waits below the surface for a certain topic to be brought up. Then it perks up and is present again, by my side, in my mind. That shadow stays the same, while you yourself change. And when you come back the shadow has no place to go. So I keep it with me always. And it makes me laugh to think that last I saw you, I thought I saw my shadow, in you. ********** *Section 4* *********************** "A Question of Thirteen Seconds" -------- by Richard Fein "After your head is cut off by a guillotine you have 13 seconds of consciousnessx 13 seconds is the amount ofxenergyx in the brain to keep goingxnot only can you blink, but you can do two for yes and one for no; and it is said to have been done." -Dr. Ron Wright, Chief Medical Examiner Broward County Florida. Now no pardon is possible, even from God. Now the wind in the lungs will be forever stagnant. Now the lungs themselves will dissolve. Now the Platonic ideal of mind free of body is almost realized. What is proper etiquette for you-the executioner- when all the condemned's debts have just been paid? What to do for the already but not yet dead at this socially awkward moment? Are you, at last, forgiving? Do you pick up the head by the hair? Do you stroke a pale cheek? Do you allow a loved one to approach and kiss? Do you hold up a mirror? Do you torture the eyelids with a question? There is time for one. What would you want to know? Does the being at your feet know the answer? Or does the faintest consciousness blind one to what comes after? What lies ahead-is it evening darkness or high noon blaze? Do you ask if it's comfortable? Is it now an it? Think of something fast. What is the professional thing to do? Be silent? Be curious? Smile? Cry? Look away? Sing a hymn? Or leave the head in the bloody bucket, and let the eyes glaze in a screamless terror? ********** *Section 5* *********************** "Live by the Style" -------- by Ben Ohmart i think squinting is cool you think smoking is cool he thinks drinking drugs or drugging drinks is cool we think that angst is cool you think disagreeing with the height of popularity is cool they think dying is cool because there are so many cool dead guys. ********** *Section 6* *********************** SPIRAL CHAMBERS -------- Spiral Chambers is a syndicated poetry column that is distributed without charge to magazines of various degrees in size and content. Conceived in July of 1994, Spiral Chambers endeavors to unite the publisher with the artist, forming an interdependent bond where both profit from the other's success. 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