New Issues Due Out Soon

  New issues of  Not My Small Diary by Delaine from Birmingham, Alabama, and The White Bufallo Gazette, from Maximum Traffic, Butler, Pennsylvania, are due at the printers very soon. These 'zines will be loaded with wonderful comix, and this issue of WBG is going to be a super-gigantic enormity of devastating proportions, so watch out. Contact information will be printed in this space by the publication dates.

The Moon (a poem)

Reason fades as you rise

Obscured by your brilliance.

Blue halo wreathing your face,

Stars bow in your presence.

Shining night joy delight my daylight mind.

Sing of Sin as I dream in your pale embrace.

Under a strong moon we walk

Along a  pale blue and indigo shore.

Gods posing as stars watch us move in our ultra-black dance.

Let the earth turn.

Let the moon rise.

Who blows God Daddy I wonder?

We the breath of eternity.

There will be a dawn (a poem)

There will be a dawn
Waking to sweet morning
As one I remember coming through my eyes in heaven


Undisturbed she bares her skin
Undisturbed she walks in her skin
In water bathing radiant light
In water she loves the radiant light


There will be days and nights
Mornings and evenings
Noons and midnights
When I lie and ask
When I wish her standing
Naked force in my room
Under the sky when she returns


Words fit into place
Fit broken phrases to tongue
Making leaps and connections
An answer or reassurance or revival