This issue features work by (Link)
- Sue Donimb
- Donal Mahoney
- My Nguyen
- Mitchell Waldman
This issue features work by (Link)
We’re back, just in time to say goodbye to 2015!
Thanks to all of you who submitted.
This issue includes
Baby Lawn Literature Issue 2! Being the October issue, it’s filled with spooky pictures, all part of the public domain. More importantly, there is poetry by John Grey, Donal Mahoney, and Peter A. Wolf. Prose: P.D. Mallamo.
We at BLL want to express our unutterable gratitude to this month’s contributors.
You may notice this issue is a different format. We call it an improvement. Yes, we have bit of money now, so we went out and got Publisher.
Ain’t it pwetty now?
New and improved. We just keep getting better, but remember the Tenth of December.
Our plan is, law permitting, to photoshop George Saunders onto the faces of vintage holiday cards. How can you not submit?
Sound and Sense
True ease in writing comes from art, not chance,
As those move easiest who have learned to dance.
‘Tis not enough no harshness gives offense,
The sound must seem an echo to the sense:
Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows,
And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows;
But when loud surges lash the sounding shore,
The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar;
When Ajax strives some rock’s vast weight to throw,
The line too labors, and the words move slow;
Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain,
Flies o’er the unbending corn, and skims along the main.
Hear how Timotheus’ varied lays surprise,
And bid alternate passions fall and rise!
A Sonnet to the Goddess Febris
Yes they were quite small in their size for a pair of feet they made a statement
Painting around the town like no one knew what was causing the commotion
Paving the way for a row of older gentlemen who knew not how to saunter by
This must be the routine for the elegant masterpiece to be painted in regiment
Lowering the strains of the most commonplace blue bell ringing from a motion
Only to seethe for a quick sick chance second she had a movement only to sigh
Clustering around the decks and fatal balconies you should be able to hear a lot
But not that that would matter to a pagan guest showing his know vital qualities
Assured of the reaching stealth she could master the vague outpourings with cheers
Lonely the victims take on a raging fever overflowing into a crusty table with a spot
Lowering the spiteful moment it can assault the most ugly version of many vanities
Hovering about the quicker taunt tight frigid posturing composing for rapid jeers
Fred LaManna resides in Chicago. He has modeled this Sonnet after the Illuminations of Rimbaud (New Testament of Poetry). There are 41 more sonnets in The Goddess Cycle.
A drunk comes into McDonald’s
staggers to the counter
is waited on by a young lady
who looks like his wife
years ago when he proposed.
Drunk says nothing, just stares,
mouth agape, until the
manager hustles forward,
sensing a sale
leans over the counter
says to the drunk,
“Want fries with her?”
Donal Mahoney, a product of Chicago, lives in exiled now in St. Louis, Missouri. He has had fiction and poetry appear in print and online publication in the U.S. and elsewhere
Charm is a woman’s strongest arm;
My charwoman is full of charm;
I chose her, not for strength of arm
But for her strange, elusive charm.
And how tears heighten woman’s powers!
My typist weeps for hours and hours:
I took her for her weeping powers,
They so delight my business hours.
A woman lives by intuition.
Though my accountant shuns addition
She has the rarest intuition.
(And I myself can do addition.)
Timidity in girls is nice.
My cook is so afraid of mice.
Now you’ll admit it’s very nice
To feel your cook’s afraid of mice.
Alice Duer Miller (1874 – 1942) was a graduate of Barnard College (studied mathematics and astronomy), a suffragist, an American poet, and a novelist. She is best known for her books ARE WOMEN PEOPLE? and THE WHITE CLIFFS.