From the Desk of the Editor;
Welcome one and all to the final issue of Larks Fiction Magazine (for 2012)! In this issue we meet to new indie writers from in and/or around Oklahoma.
In news effective immediately we will be closing submissions for a little while. We are way too backed up and our small staff hasn't been able to pull ourselves out of the slush pile. This isn't good bye forever but we will be waiting before we take more stories.
When we do reopen submissions we will have a brand new shiny email address. Until then however you might try submitting to some of our friends and distant relations listed at the end of today's issue.
Thank you for joining us again and have a happy new year!
Yours,
Daniel J. Pool
About the author;
Welcome one and all to the final issue of Larks Fiction Magazine (for 2012)! In this issue we meet to new indie writers from in and/or around Oklahoma.
In news effective immediately we will be closing submissions for a little while. We are way too backed up and our small staff hasn't been able to pull ourselves out of the slush pile. This isn't good bye forever but we will be waiting before we take more stories.
When we do reopen submissions we will have a brand new shiny email address. Until then however you might try submitting to some of our friends and distant relations listed at the end of today's issue.
Thank you for joining us again and have a happy new year!
Yours,
Daniel J. Pool
Winter Moon
By Holly Thomson
Winter moon, pale & round
Rising out of a purple ground
on the way
to hold your sway
over men & beast
May your celestial wanderings
never cease
About the poet;
Holly Thomson is a wife,
mother, and special education teacher from Oklahoma. She enjoys
spending time with family, reading, and writing the occasional verse.
Wake Up Somewhere
By Thaddeus Komula
Wake up somewhere new the screen says
to me.
It was one of those adds for vacations
to different planets by the travel bureau. Sounds nice but since I
don't have enough money to keep my lights on every month its out of
the question. watching the end of the infomercial I check the clock.
1:23 am I work at 6. If I get up now I can make it to my factory
early. Maybe I can pick up part of a shift. Getting up and walking
down the hall to the bathroom is hard some days but today is worse
than most. I'm sore again from a night on the couch instead of in bed
where I know I should sleep.
Sometimes the weight of the day just
comes on to strong. Shower is cold again it should have been fixed
last week I need to remember to complain at the next tenants meeting.
Breakfast is the same as every morning; boiled egg and dry toast,
black coffee. putting the dishes in the sink making and note to
myself to remember to clean up when I get home. I put my dull gray
uniform on over my boxers and undershirt.
Black socks and black boots laced up
and ready to go. I try to remember where I left my keys. On the
coffee table like always. Closing and locking my door apt 321 I try
not to make much noise in the halls on the way to the elevator.
Pressing the lobby button I wait and day dream. I am only on the
third floor I should really take the stairs.
The bell dings and the door opens. I
get in press lobby the doors close and it starts to descend. Bells
ring The door opens to the lobby. I cross and walk out in the the
early fall morning air. My car is parked on the street. There aren't
any fliers or tickets this time.
The drive to work is about as
uneventful as it gets; light traffic and no roadblocks. Picking up
some overtime I am on the clock as soon as I get in the door. It
seems someone is always sick or out for some reason or another. I go
to work making plastic casings for long term sleep shuttles for the
travel bureau. I take a break at 4:44 am. More black coffee and a
cigarette no—slowing down. Work just goes on. I can't help but
think of leaving just taking a vacation and not coming back. 7:45 am
bathroom break passing by Frank Ambros in the hall on my way to the
pisser waving and saying hello.
Ambros is the boss (well the boss of
my shift in the factory, other bosses work the other shifts and they
have a boss as well everyone works for bureau or one of the other
powers). 1:43 pm is lunch and then its all a downward slide, cleaning
my station and product checking for the new hires, mine all score
fine. leaving work and going to the convenience store for my after
work purchases cigarettes and beer the register reads $8.88 I pay the
cashier with a ten grabbing my change and purchases I get in my car
and drive home.
Wake up somewhere new the screen says
to me.
It was one of those adds for the
vacation service to distant planets.
I still don't have the money to get
out of this place. Its 1:12 am.
Thaddeus Komula is a writer,
musician, and dreamer from Oklahoma.
Thank you for reading this
special edition of Larks Fiction Magazine. Make sure to keep checking
back for more great articles, poetry, stories, music videos, and art
from rising independent minds in 2013!
Also make sure to check out
our friends and distant relations in the writing world:
- Storysouth
Also keep up with me on my personal writer's journal at Concerning Fiction here on Blogger.
Here's to a happy and healthy 2013!
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