October Moon - Summer 2002

Summer 2002Leslie Laurence, Editor

Poetry

David Ho

Poetry

Stephen
Collicoat

Christopher
Hivner

M.J.
Hewitt

Kevin L.
Donihe

Fiction

Terry
Erwin

Kyle
Vorwerk &
Joshua J.
Scott

Ed
Lynskey

B. Thomas
Pulley II

P. S.
Ehrlich

C. C.
Parker

Eric S.
Brown

October Moon


So lovely was the loneliness
Of a wild lake, with black rock bound,
And the tall trees that tower'd around.
But when the night had thrown her pall
Upon that spot - as upon all,
And the wind would pass me by
In its stilly melody,
My infant spirit would awake
To the terror of the lone lake.
Yet that terror was not fright-
But a tremulous delight,
And a feeling undefin'd,
Springing from a darken'd mind.

from The Lake
Edgar Allan Poe
1827


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