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Ali Noel Vyain has been in publishing since March 2003 and hasn't looked back. The number of unique titled books she's written continually increases every year. She was the one person behind a magazine known as The Moon and currently works on Sir Socks Le Chat magazine with Sir Socks and others.
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The Moon Magazine Volume 3 - Ali Noel Vyain
The Moon Magazine
Volume 3
edited by Ali Noel Vyain
Acknowledgements
I started The Moon as a little magazine in March 2003 while I was living in Tucson. Lots of people have submitted their work over the 13 years I worked on it. I didn't always write anything up for the issues, but I always put them together by myself.
The Moon didn't originally have any ISSN until I got to volume 9 issue 2. I had to apply through the Library of Congress and they gave me one for print and the other for electronic.
I started The Dark Side of the Moon as a spin off fromThe Moon in November 2004. Later it was absorbed by The Moon about two years later starting in volume 5 issues 1. So, I've included all the Dark Side issues within this book series too.
Another note on this book series: I used the old pdf files I still had. I couldn't always update them as the files they were made from are gone now. But this is the best I could do to put all the issues into 14 books for printing. The 14 ebook versions are based on their epub counterparts, which are based on the original pdfs.
Ali Noel Vyain, owner of The Moon Publishing
The information in this book was correct at the time of publication, but the Publisher does not assume any liability for the loss or damage caused by errors or omissions.
Some items are the Authors' memories, from their perspective, and they have tried to represent events as faithfully as possible.
Some items are works of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Copyright © 2023 by Ali Noel Vyain, owner of The Moon Publishing.
No part of this book can be reproduced or used in any manner without written permission of the copyright owner.
The Moon and Dark Side of the Moon are no longer being published. This is a compilation of the back issues.
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Contents
Zuni Astronauts by Gary Every
Man on the Street by Jonathan S. Burnworth
Summertime by B.Z. Niditch
The Wholesale Artificial Limb Business by Lyn Lifshin
One Lover’s Words by Lyn Lifshin
Softly Bruised Plum by Zinta Aistars
Ghosts in the Night by A.D. Winans
Coopertown Hall of Fame by Geoff Stevens
Offroad by Ray Greenblatt
Solenoid by Matt Peters
Faces by Michael Estabrook
Keep Moving Moving by Raymond Mason
The Life of a Poet by Robert K. Johnson
What to Do by Lois Lockhart
Amerika by Tom Baker
Family Christmas Eve by Parissa Bavi
Where We Left Off by Christy White
Riptide for Fifty / Sunrise by Damedged Aesthetician and Dlyn Fairfax Parra
Zuni Astronauts
Gary Every
Up on top of Corn Mountain
the kachinas whispered secrets
to the mudhead clowns
and taught them a new dance
for the summer solstice
the very same summer
when man first stepped on the moon.
The Zuni laughed and laughed
as the mudheads danced
on top of the adobe pueblos
using the same stiff legged gaits
as the astronauts
striding across the lunar soil.
The Zunis can well afford to laugh;
their astronomical experiences
go back more than a millennia
to the Anasazi ancestors at Chaco Canyon
with their amazing observatory, solstice calendars,
and sun shrines atop Fajada Butte.
It was the sciences which united
the Anasazi Chaco Canyon empire—
innovative knowledge of hydrology,
agriculture, pottery, and astronomy
but it was religious spectacle and ceremony
which bonded them together as one people.
There were dances and rituals like those
which take place in Zuni pueblos today
where the people laugh at astronaut legged clowns
but the Chaco Canyon ceremonies
took place on a much grander scale;
pilgrims traveling hundreds of miles
along well marked roads
which crested bonfire topped mountain ridges
whenever their astronomer priests
called the tribes together
for another round of ritual.
The Chaco Canyon kingdom
fell apart abruptly
around 1150 AD
after many consecutive decades of drought.
The lack of rain
did not faze the Anasazi people
who only danced longer and harder,
than they ever had before
in an attempt to purify themselves
and bring the summer rain storms
but when an earthquake
caused the mountains to crumble;
a landslide erupting, sending boulders tumbling down
and crushing Pueblo Bonito
and its many kivas—
this the people took as an omen
that the gods were displeased
and peacefully disbanded their empire.
In 1969 the Zuni elders were shocked when
at how the astronauts
poked, scraped, and probed the moon
without asking permission,
without uttering prayer or blessing,
without sprinkling a single gain
of sacred corn pollen.
The Zuni elders were not shocked that men
went to the moon,
man is not so different from mischievous Coyote,
but they were dumbfounded
that the astronauts were so arrogant
as not to utter a single prayer or blessing,
nor ask permission.
It was not humble.
The Zuni know about humility,
know what it is like to be impressed
with your own empire
and its astronomical mastery
and yet be brought down
by the sudden hand of God,
a single oblivious wave of a natural force;
another victim of the casual indifference of heaven.
That ancient wisdom is what the kachinas whisper
high atop Corn Mountain
when they teach the mudhead clowns
how to dance like Zuni astronauts
Man on the Street
Jonathan S. Burnworth
There’s an old man on the street. He’s not really that old. He’s just upper middle aged. He’s still got 20 good years left. He’s wondering how he’s going to spend them. He’s lived in the ghetto for all of his life. The man has done it all. He now knows most jobs are just dead ends for suckers. He tried to escape by joining the service. He learned that the service is for suckers too. Risk your life and limb to defend the greed, paranoia and ego of some rich pieces of shit at the top who don’t give a fuck about you? That’s a joke. He used to take jobs in restaurants until he learned that unless he wanted to flip burgers and serve junk food to his own people forever he would get nowhere. To the naive and inexperienced, there are opportunities everywhere, but those who know the real deal realize that everything is up to them. To find your calling you’re better off looking inside than outside. The system is a cam. The people are asleep and being used. When someone tells you to get a job,
that’s the system talking. Even if the person telling you to get a job is a good person who wants the best for you, they’re still wrong. The system is talking through them. Almost all of the jobs and careers offered by this society are bridges to nowhere. Bridges propped up by a vast, flimsy framework of lies, servility, exploitation, ignorance, legal manipulations, illusions and greed, no matter how they try to shore it up with their talk about how everyone should get a job and believe in hard work. Hard work towards what?
Don’t kid yourself. Cut to the quick. Don’t waste your life.
Summertime
B.Z. Niditch
With so much going on
no one hears the phone
or opens the daybed
once, like good nature
you were effortless
sleeping by the river
expecting the unlit moon
to provide your covers
for all you scars
now on abandoned
landscapes
your diary rarely speaks
to that breathless past
or revives shadows
which wash eternity
off the coastal shelf.
The Wholesale Artificial Limbs Business,
She Says That Sounds Like a Poem, a Book and I think How It Was
Lyn Lifshin
the one story I could tell
the famous novelist in the
colony where the bush
that looked like roses
but wasn’t was the color
of the sweater I wore
sitting under it, color
of the inside of a mouth
when he walked by and
told me the name of
the tree I used to think
was forsythia, asked
about a drink after 9.
His study past the black
dripping berry branches,
the glass of scotch, a
candle I clasped as if it
was close to freezing and
there was no place to go
but his sheets. I was too
in awe to talk, his name
a throbbing organ I’d
never resist but like a
tray of flowers or platter
of shrimp I’d decorated
with actual rubies, I
could have curtseyed to
his applause of my story
of our shared relative
who, yes, sold artificial
hips and limbs
One Lover’s Words on Midnight Radio, Another’s Haunting Email
Lyn Lifshin
like anything you
can imagine more
lovely and amazing
than real life men
who are never quite
like slippery skin,
unreal as a still of
a hunk the others
drool at
Softly Bruised Plum
Zinta Aistars
Highly recommended therapy you provide a row of
knuckles my spine at my earlobes divine somethings line
the silky cells my hungry mind
clean thoughts resisted temptations purity need deliciously:
bruised purple…
Ghosts in the Night
A.D. Winans
the shrill cry of dead
jazz greats ring out
in the night
gliding on dark rain clouds
jazz notes loud as thunder
burst the eardrums
like artillery fire
the 4-walls closing in
like a police dragnet
jazz luminaries beautiful
butterflies spreading
their wings
reshaping the stars
the universe
cosmic matter waiting
to be reborn
an attempt to avoid being included in the Cooperstown Hall of Fame
Geoff Stevens
I drink and smoke and eat
as an existential protest
against the pedestal position that sport
is given in modern day America.
Imagine me on the running track
playing baseball
or battling on the football field
better in bed puffing at a cigarette
heart racing
at the exciting passages in the comic strip
a tray of biscuits available upon my chest.
I breast the sheets
and not the tape of the 10,000 metres event.
Offroad
Ray Greenblatt
A poet cannot stand
the geometry
of expressways
no matter the straightness
of solid lines nor
the hypnotic dotted.
His vision wanders
to the shoulder where
shunned creatures hide in
the undergrowth or
it sweeps up to a passing
window to witness
an unusual act.
He breaks the golden mean
as he collects provisions
for the journey.
Solenoid
Matt Peters
barefoot morning, vent scattered scales a dog-sized lizard, the
hard petals settle into carpet, aquarium rocks, musty potting
soil near the picture window. lizard found this house in the late
winter stayed for the ducks the back yard, on them at night
sleeping above the ceiling the daytime.
March, we were just like Francisco, according a federal study.
town filled sidewalks with wearing necklaces, fire trucks down
the streets advertise our satisfaction the results of the study.
ducks started leaving the yard the pond dried up. lizard grew
restless hunger and killed a neighborhood cat
one night, in painful hunger. surrounded the house killed the lizard
by filling the attic with tear gas. May, lizard scales
still littered the house
but were gone from the vent
A similar incident, we read, in San Francisco, day before,
convincing us comparisons were correct, we always expected.
Faces
Michael Estabrook
I had blood drawn today. Every six months I need to get
my liver enzymes and cholesterol levels checked because
I’m taking cholesterol-lowering medication that may affect
my liver. Recently my abdomen has been bothering me
—it’s swollen and tender, my appetite is down, blah blah
blah, yada yada yada. It may be due to the medication
or it could be something else, who knows, like stomach
cancer, which is what I find myself thinking when I awaken
at 3 a.m. my guts on fire, the night shadows surrounding
me, leering at me, pressing in from all sides their dark
stern faces big and hungry and eager.
Keep Moving, Moving…
Raymond Mason
A giant green rat
was playing the mandolin,
and from afar a hollow, hollow
voice called:
Keep moving, moving, moving,
for stasis is death.
The rat stroked his instrument.
But I am tired, the wretched
prisoner whispered, too tired
to move anymore.
The rat hummed to the mandolin.
Keep moving, moving,