~Meniscus Archives~
Winter 2003
Issue #2

November - February 2004

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Bynum's Corner Word Games

The Dissapperance of Childhood
Sarah Trachtenburgh

There's something about Crystal Boots
Drayton Patriota
Debate/Retort by Little Lamb
The Apothecary and Mr. Cesnek
Chrystie Hopkins
A Stroll Down Shakedown Street
Caleb Estabrooks
Out of the Box, Into my Hands
Derek Gumuchian
Travel Log of a Colorado Girl
Erin Hopkins
Santa Fe
Chrystie Hopkins
How to find your friends at IT!
Rob Hansen
Meniscus New Years Picks
Sound Tribe Sector 9: Focusing the Light
-Jon Heinrich
Jacob Fred Jazz Odyssey: Take a Trip with the Wild and Wooly Masters of the Jam-Jazz Scene
-Brian Gagné
CD Review:
Modereko-
Solar Igniter
CD Review:
Cadillac Jones-
Junk in the Trunk
Through Glass
and Grain

-Aiden FitzGerald
four poems
-Brandon Rigo
Crush
-Pete Pidgeon
Art Model
-Julia Magnusson
de-BREED-ment
-Julia Magnusson
Dead dog
-Julia Magnusson
cinquains!
-Julia Magnusson
Those games
we'd play

-Julia Magnusson
Ode de Toiletté
-Aron Ralston
Quiet
-Stephanie Laterza
awakenings
-Stephanie Laterza
LIC
-Stephanie Laterza
Meniscus is...
Meniscus Premier Launch Party
Zeitgeist Gallery
Cambridge, Massachusetts
August 14, 2003

Metro Saturdays hosts
Meniscus Portland Launch
Sky Bar @ The Roxy
Portland, Maine
August 30, 2003

State of the Art
Lounge Ten
Boston, Massachussets
October 23, 2003

 

Enjoy your senses
in the Meniscus
Prose Lounge


by Aiden FitzGerald
Through Glass and Grain

From now on there will be tombs made of moss,
mirrors made of mud, cityscapes of cakes
and ale rising from calico skies,
cataracts dubbed with sun.
I will not wait for rainbows.
I am wary of dreams adrift with dust,
so I dig my hands in the sand,
sift through glass and grain, this
and that, yin and yang.
I’m tired of hollow reflections, horizontal lines.
All my life I have wanted to tame mountains,
ride rivers and hop trains bound for cherry trees.
I have already raised children, climbed walls,
swung far and wide from speckled fronds.
I have loved like Sappho.
I have done all I have had to do.
Let there be ecdysis. Let me shed these layers
and see what lies beneath.
So long, lateral. Let me leap.

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-Aiden FitzGerald


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