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Overdue Looks, Part 1

I have been meaning for some time now to draw attention to some very special literary magazines. The first is Eclipse. This is edted by Bart Edelman and published at Glendale Community College in Glendale, California. It is published annually and is quite a treat. I thought the cover of their 2007 edition was riveting. When the journal arrived in my mailbox, I took it out and just stared at the cover a good long while. The cover art is by Jean Jack, and the design by Greg Parks. Susan Cisco designed the interior of the publication. All beautiful work.

Some of the writers and selections I enjoyed most in this issue:

J. R. Solonche, Portrait of the Dickinson Children, Silver
Emily herself would have appreciated Solonche's perceptive translation of her physical being.

Robert Gallagher, Papa Dog
Great use of rhythm.

Jackie Bartley, Time at the Speed of Light: An Apology
Artful writing about love, not something easy to do.

Allison Carb Sussman, At the Roman Colosseum
Her last stanza is a poem within a poem, worth memorizing!

Janet McCann, The Argument
Zen-like and powerful.

Lee Rossi, California Orange Light Sutra
"Love it so deep / the fist unmakes itself."

Joanne Lowery, To Arrive at Ellis Island
Anyone who has left one country to live in another can get "inside" this haunting poem.

Two of my poems were included in the 2007 edition of Eclipse, "Response to Valentine," and "Beginnings of a Season."

The journal does not have a website, but you can order a copy of the beautiful and inspiring 2007 issue for $8. Send check to Eclipse: A Literary Journal, Glendale Community College, 1500 North Verdugo Road, Glendale, CA 91208 or email eclipse@glendale.edu

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