ISSUE ONE 2018

a LITerary magazine featuring

stories and poems by writers

engaged in the the courses of

Laura Lentz’s LITerati.academy

in thisISSUE:

The Universe
& You

EROS:

Sex & Love

Cover Photography by PF Bentley

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DEEPERwriting:

thePOETRYroom

Your story,

so embedded in your own experience…

…emerges onto the page with magic and then becomes becomes part of the whole planet – the organism of earth. In this way, your stories begin to find expression in symbolism, from the richness of letting go. The same way we surrender to sleep each night and to our dream world, we must surrender to our writing.

You can’t predict what you’re going to write about in my writing groups any more than you can predict what you’re going to dream about tonight. Writing as if you have thirteen minutes to tell us your story, as if your whole life depends on getting your story out – without stopping, without a critic, without overthinking, means your writing will come from the same place as myths and dreams.

I invite you to join us in creative surrender.

 

—Laura Lentz

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Every STORYlab includes:

•   CONCISE Educational Summaries

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what’s in thisISSUE

by Claire Thomasina J — I was brought up in a home that was ambivalent about god. My sister and I went to Saturday Prayer Club for about a month. Only because my father thought it was something you do to look good. So that he could say to his business friends “My children are holy, they know what god is and thus I have raised them correctly.”...

by Ted Box — I searched under the bed, in the attic, in every corner of the house, even in the boatyard. My teddy bear was nowhere to be found. My love had emerged before I could make the distinction between animate and inanimate....

by Nathalie Kelly — If time could melt, the clock that ran my universe had the hands dissolved right off it. My sense of time was lost. The empty clock face staring blankly at me was completely meaningless. The endless flow of one moment connected to another moment in an infinite linear string of time had disappeared....

by Ted Box — Dave lived down the canal, diagonally across from our old house. His mother had committed suicide by jumping in front of a train with him in her arms. He was untouched, and too young to remember, but I didn’t believe that for a minute. I don’t care how young he was. Of course, he didn’t know this, his father made up a story about her dying in a car accident. Dave was raised by...

By Limor Farber — From my breasts I am fierce. I am wild. I walk the mountain trail topless just like the men sun tanning their bare chests. My bare feet step solid -- pads on my paws built by clay earth baked into my soles....

by Debbie Augenthaler — I don’t remember a time when the ocean hasn’t seduced me. The mystical music of waves cresting and crashing, tugs at the ancient in me. Waves whispering “let me soothe you” as they recede, hypnotic and compelling, calling me home....

by Ted Box — I’ve practiced holding my breath to plumb your depth, And spent a great deal of time looking at you, But looking within has always held fascination. And glimpses of my own allow me to feel bound to you not out of hubris, but of kin. ...

by Terri Ewton — Walking through Muir Woods. The amazing smell of the Redwood Forest & obvious fresh air, ionic with the ocean breezes & forest filled, oxygen rich, dappling sunlight through the Tree's swaying branches. How old are these trees that reach the sky? What stories can they tell?...

by Larry Tadlock — My mother and I used to watch ‘Love Boat’, ‘Three’s Company’, ‘Dynasty’ and ‘Fantasy Island’. Friday night TV with Mom was my favorite. I had seen her drinking amaretto after her divorce in her white bathing suit in the apartment complex pool, putting on Tropicana bronze tanning lotion. So, when ‘Three’s Company’ played, that was a little risqué, I kn...

by Claire Thomasina J — Love has to last forever doesn't it? It must move beyond this world into the next. I think about this when I look across at my husband, especially when he is asleep. When he is asleep I think he goes to infinity. A place where he exists, always. Here he is just flesh and blood, over there he stretches over stars and galaxies and has bits of the moon inside him. I asked hi...

by Laura Lentz — I loved you. I mean I loved you. Do you understand how the clouds of our lives part to infinity and then our love is all it ever was and all it will ever be, while one of us (which one this time) walks out the door?...

by Judy Safford — Dr. Arazaga, a dermatologist, greeted me five minutes before my appointment. It being my second visit in three years, he didn’t really know me. I approached as my name was called. He looked into my eyes, “Hi Judy.”...

by Judy Safford — Being from Indiana, I never saw much of the night sky. Streets are lined with too many trees. Too many gray days and cloud filled nights hovered over our little mid-west town. In the 40’s and 50’s, we marched to rules at home, church and school. Too much time spent tip toeing through life like a zombie, looking downward, lest I be visible and disapproved....

by Steve Rogoff — They speak of a falling in love, those who know of such things. They speak of a descent, implying depths or a journey inward, towards some core beneath or within where such things as spirits and souls might reside. This surface world has lost its magic, they imply, despite sunsets and cinnamon. Love is too sacred for this littered surface of mere mortals, its sanctity hidden wh...

by Debbie Augenthaler — Summer in the city. Thick air melting into sidewalks shimmering with heat. Harsh white sun glare reflecting from the windows of concrete buildings, blinding vision, baking skin, wilting hair. So, unlike the long lazy days of the summers of my childhood before my world cracked. When the world was innocence and wonder and magic. ...

from the POETRYroom

by Judy Safford...

writers of the LITerati

Terri Ewton is a graduate of University of Texas at Austin Applied Learning and Development with an ...

Ted Box is an alchemist storyteller – a man who grew up in a small eastern seaboard town with the ...

Steve Rogoff is a family physician and author who lives in Kauai. He currently resides on the North ...

Nathalie Kelly can usually be found walking barefoot on a beach with sand between her toes, seeking ...

Limor Farber is a multi-media fine artist, writer, and designer. She is the creator of the literary ...

Laura Lentz is an author, writer, developmental editor and master writing teacher, teaching themed c...

Laura Gonsalves was and remains an English major.  Along the way, she studied biochemistry, radiati...

Larry lives in Hawaii but often to travels to NYC and Greece.  He has studied improvisation and ske...

In 2006, Judith Michaels Safford discovered a radio program on writing poetry. She followed the prom...

Elizabeth is a writer, business owner and March 2019 Interfaith Ministry ordination candidate at The...

Debbie Augenthaler, LMHC, NCC, is an author and psychotherapist in private practice in New York City...

Constance Frenzen’s poetry has appeared in PoetsArtists magazine and in 7 Deadly Sins, an antholog...

Claire Thomasina J is a writer and a performance artist. She has written and performed in two short ...

In her writing she loves to explore the mystical and the body. She is the author of ‘Forty-Nine Da...

Andrew Chapin is a songwriter and music-producer based on Kauai Island, Hawaii and in Los Angeles. ...

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