Sometimes there’s a tendency for us to assume anything
artistic must derive from a sanctified, holy source. Which
is a disservice, as often
we require something much more simple from the well and, not finding it,
we must go without. Exclusiveness thus prevails.
following two writers are men I met during my tenure in the
warehouse business, ten years apart: Stephen Foster and Tony
Neal, respectively. The former works third-shift in Hubert
Heights, OH and writes only when so inclined, for no one
or no reason in particular. Conversely, the latter studies
Creative Writing by day and works evenings, has “plans
for 25 original movies, two of which are completely finished.” Queries
for his recent novel entitled The Mind Over Matter Experiment are
presently making the rounds.
the two of them share, however, is an unassuming quality,
a lack of pretense that strangely enough may obscure them.
They are both unpublished. They are both raw.
Guest Editor May 2006
*Read Flanigan Guest Editorial
for this edition "Mama Never Called Me No Nigger"
Stephen Foster: 5 Poems
I Thought Living A Lost Art
Poem On This Your 2nd Birthday
Rememberence Of That Which I Could Not Find
Tony Neal: Short Story
Waning Hours Of Headless Sensation