Do Art

About the artist Alex C. born October 1975 – deceased May or June 1994 (he can't remember the exact date) and again on 24 March 2005 is some sort of awkward container for restless things that don’t fit anywhere. His drawings are not entirely real but not entirely virtual either and are all about nothing more than something else as long as there’s not anything real in the else – if surrealism is based on some sort of reality non-realism is completely opposed to any reality, other than the fact that the only reality is illusion. Stary Night Angry Nude New Land © Alex C.  

About the author Janet Richards is a poet & journalist living in the Bay of Quinte area of Ontario, Canada. She shares her home with her husband, three daughters, & a changeable number of pets. Janet’s poetry has been published in the anthologies “Brother, My Cup” & “Eyes of the Poet”. She is also a member of the Canada Cuba Literary Alliance. Her first poetry collection “Glass Skin” ( Hidden Brook Press, 2008 ) will be launched May 11, 2008. Camera Shake [The Shooter’s Blues] shutter shudder click one aboriginal activist released from jail two house fires: no injuries three mayors click shutter shudder four architectural features five head shots six Scottish dancers shudder shutter click seven wall of fame inductees eight amusements at the exhibition nine child smiles ten accidents passed plainclothes without camera there is always the pretense it never really happened Becoming acquainted with Laura Laura tells me she used to wear clothes four sizes too big. She wanted t...

About the Authors When Sylvia and Bill aren't writing, they spend their time conspiring to overthrow the various unscrupulous four-legged furry pet dictators in their lives. Oh, and Sylvia likes to do a little math, teach sometimes, roller blade and bike, too. Sylvia usually publishes under the name Birchwood online, while Bill publishes under the then Burnt_at_both_ends. Godel's Ghost We, the aged fragments of hope, fear, love and loss, on this last tree wait, watching vultures devour their last meal. The desert before us stretches from dreams to desire. Your eyes burn, pierce the horizon, wager its curve. None: there’s no return. Some: we meet ourselves again. … as withered plants wager only on rain. … You wait for Godel’s ghost to recant, I wait for you. © Sylvia Silberger and Bill Larsen 2007 Note: Godel was a logician from the early 20th century. He proved Godel's incompleteness theorem which says that no finite set of axioms is sufficient. That is, given any fin...