THE ABC SERIES a short story and poetry anthology featuring an alphabet writing prompt.
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short story anthology featuring writers, poets musicians, & songwriters.
FALL 2013 EDITED BY p.r.
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6 | editor’s letter
8 | contributor profiles
PHOTOGRAPH BY TYREE HUEY
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ABC SERIES Responding to the world’s love affair with self-expression, or social media. Whether it’s selfies, or constant tweets, we all feel the urge to share. p.r. and the editorial board called for all writers and poets to select submissions. A mix of poems, short story excerpts, and song verses, with some of them featuring an alphabet writing prompt. Each with it’s own element of individuality, surprise, humor and passion. In the process we have discovered new talent, and reintroduced the love of writing to many writers. TRY IT!
alphabet writing prompt: write a poem or short story in 26 sentences. Each sentence starting with the next letter in the alphabet.
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editor’s letter dear readers,
on writing:
the last issue:
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summer while kat, laura, briana, marie and I worked hard on producing Portrait of a Lady runway show, look book editorial shoot, fashion issue & the ladisav after party (yea that many projects) there was this buzz I could not shake. It was there at every meeting, talking about it with others, and getting other people a part of the production. We featured three of The Robyn Chronicles main cast members, Shelly George of NAKED2FASHION, Tess Rose of Brother Valiant folk band, DJ Drewski of Hot 97 to hook up the show and to top it all off, a great recap video from Tyree of 91films.com. All in all it was a great experience and I can not wait for the next one!
on a recent trip to New Hampshire, I was able to connect with nature and writing. one that loves to write knows how much of a release it is. It’s easy to go so long without doing it, but once you pick up that pen or start typing it all comes together. you start to think, “why haven’t I been doing this?” or “this is what has been missing in my life.” That’s how I always feel at least. The trip came at a perfect time, after the madness of Portrait of a Lady was over. The summer issue had released and it was time to think about the fall issue. I sat in front of mount chicoro and wrote, for the first time in months. “either write something worth reading, or do something worth writing” - Benjamin Franklin
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on the abc series: This is the first story/poem anthology titled THE ABC SERIES, inspired by an alphabet writing prompt I discovered on the trip. You write a short story or poem in 26 sentences, each sentence starting with the next letter of the alphabet. It was a lot of fun, and took a lot of work. I decided to ask the world to try them, and that is when the idea for the anthology came to be. The fall issue, has given me the opportunity to give the readers and writers the chance to provide the content for the zine. As well, as continue to expand the team. The next print issue will be a year since the first zine debuted and it’s all about exposure. Let’s get it! Enjoy this extra special issue.
-p.r.
mount chicoro at the world fellowship center in Conway, New Hampshire
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in this issue:
contributor profiles Tell Us About Yourself & Your Writing Journey:
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Karen Chambers South Orange, NJ Our Love in Letters
I am a freelance lifestyle, beauty and fashion writer who has written for publica-
tions like Black Enterprise for many years. I also work in the beauty industry as a Creative Director for IMAN and a Copy Writer. This is my first submission of a personal piece of poetry. But I am working on a personal collection of love poems done in Haiku and co-curating a local photo exhibit in the Orange Valley. So I am excited to begin this leg of my creative journey with this unique writing challenge. I work in NYC, but am a proud long time resident of South Orange and am excited to be part of the growing creative community in our area.
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Derek Deyling San Diego, CA How to Lose Succesfully
After growing up in the San Diego area of California, I moved to Huntington Beach to study Journalism and experience a new city. My then underdeveloped passion for writing swelled into fruition during the 2012 school year while I immersed myself in classic American authors and poets i.e. Fitzgerald, Eliot, Hemmingway, Poe. I entered into a period of my life where for the first time I felt passionate about something. I made the commitment to write every day for an entire summer, and that habit never stopped. This year I made the decision to leave school and start writing hard and diligently about things that matter, while actively seeking work in the writing world. This is the first submission of my fledgling career.
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the stories
*alphabet prompt
AZ by Gayle Mahoney*
ACTUALLY BABE CAN’T DEAL by Molly Rose Kaufman*
CON ARTIST by Anonymous
HOW TO LOSE SUCESSFULLY by Derek Deyling* RED AURORA: THE AWAKENING by Shayne Justice LOVE IS THE MOVEMENT #3 by Phillipe Javier Garcesto
OUR LOVE IN LETTERS by Karen Chambers* THROW ME A BONE by Denice Perez WRITER by p.r LIFE by Jai Ronson Boddie
FLOWERS IN THE MOONLIGHT by Jude Saint-Jean
NO HAPPY ENDING by Briana Heart*
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AZ
by Gayle Mahoney
alphabet prompt
All I know, I learned with you Bursting out of the nest, we Chose similar paths Drawn to the creative Educating ourselves in drawing and dreaming Finding our own way, we drew parallel lines Gone are those long drives to nowhere Honing in on our futures Infinite, laid out before us Just when I stumble, now, at an unfamiliar bend Kindnesses you would have given so effortlessly Languish in the netherworld between the living and the dead Maybe I am the one who has died No one’s passion was ever stronger than yours Overrun with my own self-doubts, I cool myself in your shadow Perhaps our paths are parallel still, Quietly you are telling me, our legacies are intertwined Remember where we started, pick up the trail Susan, I carry you, will carry you, as you have carried me Through thunder and lightning Unafraid, as you have been, chasing down the tempest Visions of nature’s power drove you Will drive me on as well Xerothermic landscapes and lifescapes drive us both You will forever define for me what living truly means, Zulu warrior Dedication: For Swazi Sue, also known as the Lightning Lady, artist, photographer, storm chaser RIP my beautiful friend, passed away August 9, 2013, age 47 http://www.lightninglady.com/
ACTUALLY BABE
alphabet prompt
CAN’T DEAL
Abe left everything behind. Betsey drank his beers first. Collecting the empties and building a bottle pyramid in their yard. During the afternoon on the second day she bowled them down with his childhood baseball. “Everything,” she thought, pulling Abe’s leather jacket around her tighter. Five books, eighteen t-shirts, one mug with a broken handle. “Goddamn, wasn’t there more to him?” His phone was under the bed. It whistled when he got text messages and barked like a dog when someone called. “Just one look,” Betsey told herself on the third day opening a text message from Katy. Katy’s long hair covered her face in the photo she sent. Like, like, like, Betsey liked all of the things Abe should be seeing . Max’s status about Breaking Bad. nadine94’s instagram photo of the sushi she made. “Obscure shadows on the mind are much scarier than the dark shadows of the night (mehmet murat ildan),” Abe/Betsey liked posting quotes on facebook. Pauly D commented, “you okay bro???” “Question that sometimes has me hazy: am i or the others crazy (eintstein) @pauly d,” Abe/Betsey replied. Roz texted Abe about lunch and Abe/Betsey suggested the usual spot. She watched the woman at the diner (Roz?) watch the door and squeeze lemon into hot tea. Texts and tweets flew from her fingertips.
Ur so cool, Betsey texted herself from Abe. Veronica sent a snap chat and for a moment she filled Abe’s screen then disappeared forever. “Where r u?” Betsey texted Abe. “Xactly,” was the reply. “You know what percent you can really know another person?” Abe/Betsey posted. “Zero.”
by Molly Rose Kaufman
CON ARTIST It’s funny that you hate me so much Yet I influence so many things that you do I think it is love in disguise But you’d rather lie Just for your pride. I know I was inside. I could tell by your eyes. The way you would cry. I was not a man. I was a guy. With no plans, Living just to get by. Here is my apology, I’ll make it clear: Real love was my fear. I did not take a tear. There are steps to success And we did not make it there. Still can not sleep at night, Does that make it fair?
by Anonymous
HOW TO LOSE
alphabet prompt
SUCCESSFULLY A man is only true when he hits rock bottom.
No one will feel pity when the pendulum swings.
Better a broken beggar than a two-faced king.
Only through his failures can man hope to grow.
Clarity is closest to those without hope.
Perhaps there is some wisdom true humility knows.
Drowning is the quickest way one learns to swim.
Queries for the comfortable, the complacent and content:
Earthquakes are an architect’s favorite disaster.
Remember the last time your heart beat fully?
Fools forget catastrophe is a tool we can use.
Since when are human beings confined to the routine?
God is somewhere laughing at his paradoxical trickery,
Take tutelage from eagles place the heavens in your sights.
Hiding in the stars while we sort out our wounds.
Undertake the pilgrimage of unraveling your significance.
Impatience is the downfall of ambitious intentions,
Victory is won by taking losses in stride.
Justifying shortcuts skipping chapters again.
Water reaches root while it works through the mud.
Keep on dodging bullets its only human nature..
Xeric hearts are dying in the drought of success.
Life is an expert marksman you’ll go down by the end.
Yours is the year of plenty though it seems there is naught.
Marionette strings tied
Zealous men are grateful when they reach the top.
to wealthy men’s rings.
by Derek Deyling
RED AURORA:
THE AWAKENING In a world without moral, there is no honor. This is the story of a boy becoming a man and changing the world into a better place while never changing that which he values on his chase for peace and serenity. This is the story of a search to find the mystery and memory of a society lost. In a sense I’ve always been considered the outcast, an optimistic dreamer in a world that has long given up on trivial bullshit such as hope. This is year 10 after The Aurora, but people have long stopped caring about time. Time is just an afterthought that is always welcome to keep flowing in order to aid us in dealing with the hell in which we live. I live in the part of town you stay away from, Albilis. Its a slum overfilled with the most wicked and wretched, people...for lack of a better word to ever have God breathe life into. As I mentioned before there was an aurora which appeared over the skies about 10 years ago. No one knows how or even exactly why but as people do we adapted although nothing seemed to change except for the lost memories. The thing is that we as a people have forgotten how to measure time. The only reason that we have knowledge of the term years is due to the excavations through the lands of the Forgotten. But me I don’t delve too much into that, I have different issues at hand currently. I’m what’s known as an outsider, a lone wolf, I keep to myself but that doesn’t mean I’m not social. Its just that I don’t have much to say. I don’t have much to say because unfortunately, I happen to have nothing in common with the people surrounding me. Right now I’m walking into the biggest joke of all school. I actually care about my education, however, the people around me including teachers aren’t quite as prone. I look up at the reddish auburn tint in the sky and wonder if I’ll ever stray from my daily routine and mundane existence and arrive late to school. “KATO!!?!!” Oh yeah that’s my name being called. “Kato !!”, shrieked Mattiv. Mattiv’s always had it out for me he was the stereotypical junkyard bully. Insecure and unstable due to a home life that was as faulty as the locks on his apartment building.
He’s been hounding me for years posturing as my friend and using his bulk to inspire fear in me although that doesn’t work. I may not be a fighter but I can take care of myself and I know when to pick my fights and when to take flight. “Kato what’s up man , how’s the family”, he said this with a smile on his very punchable face although he knows I have no family. “You know they’re the same as always...dead or gone or whatever.” He’s accustomed to my wry and sarcastic answers so he shrugs off the fact that my voice is laced with poison. “I wonder what Grendel is going to have us do today in 1st period.” “I don’ feel like talking right now Matt, I’m tired, I actually did my homework last night extra emphasis on that homework word.” “Mighty Cheeky today are we”, chirps a syrupy sweet voice that I did not need to hear at this point in my day. “ Please Great Aurora Kill Me Now”, I hate her. She’s my antithesis. Whereas I’m a stone cold loner with no family and a bank account that goes no higher than the speed limit recorded in the Forgotten Times, Coryn is popular, beautiful beyond measure, and has a nice warming and loving family. Why she acknowledges my existence is another matter entirely. I’ve been told that I’m extremely intelligent, my intellect surpasses not only that of my peers but that of the adults around me. Coryn though smart is also nosy, she says curious as hell, and for no good reason has a habit of hassling me to no end about things in this world that she doesn’t understand. It’s been this way since we were kids. Her idea is that I’m hiding something and that I was sent here through some mumbo jumbo scheme that I really don’t have the willpower to entertain.
In the end though we both want to achieve the same overall goal. PEACE
“Coryn what is it now”, I ask in exasperation. “Listen Kato, I heard some things through the grapevine.” “You have to stop using those ancient terms, otherwise they’ll start to wonder if you’ve been looking at those illegal transcripts you stole.” “Ok, ok whatever” she waved me off. “What did U hear anyways, what was it about.” “Let Me Explain! As u found out a while back the higher ups are sending ships up to the Red Aurora. However I found out that there is some funny business transpiring along with that.”
“You have my undivided attention”, she knows she’s got me but it doesn’t matter. “Why do you guys always leave me out of stuff”
“SHUT UP MATTIV!!”, we both yell in aggravation.
“Actually we may need some muscle for this one”, she says looking Matt up and down”
“Whatever just give us the rundown already.”
“ Ok, well those ships they were sending up, some never came down, but those aren’t our concern. What I observed from my safe spot was the people themselves who ventured too close to the aurora. Something’s not right with that cloud.” “What do you mean?” “I mean when Test subject 17684 went in that ship he came out different, not physically or even mentally. It was as if his spirit was broken.”
My eyes widened...”H-how d-do you m-mean, spirit broke.”
“I did a routine check through my crack in the file database and got his background scoop. Married man worked in the educational system. Never been arrested, no tickets, general reputation was clean, never caught cheating on his wife, didn’t drink smoke or use any illegal substances.”
“And”, I gritted out impatiently.” What changed.”
“After he came down he was no different at first, however as time went along it became apparent that he was no longer the same man. He began by drinking more than just socially, then by being affected by bouts of violent anger and wrathful fits of jealousy. The last straw came when he slipped out on his wife, I’m tellin’ you man, something isn’t right with that aurora. It was the same as what happened to my parents.
by Shayne Justice
LOVE IS THE MOVEMENT #3
This is what remains; Wake up and let go. ~ We can’t stop that honest feeling from our first meeting Something kind of like jazz brought us together The way your smile outshone the moonlit sky And I felt something in my heart stirring didn’t know why At that moment, but as time passed by it became clear Love appeared to shake my soul to the core I felt this way before but it seemed like forever Locked in Never Never Land and I became Captain Hook Thought I killed Peter but legends never die My heart clapping; palpitation followed by perspiration Eye dilation, stomach butterflies as large as Monarchs Scream & Shout this is what it’s all about! And we danced the night away over and over Breathless wonder for as long as happily ever after _ Blurred lines between Fantasy and Reality A state of in between REM cycles and Waking Life Either call me a brave or foolish man She is a Muse called Serendipity And I dreamed about her and now she’s here IRL O RLY? 2G2BT LOL _ Starlight by Moonlight waxing on Sultry kisses exchanged till dawn Tender Fingers grasping playing Passionate enraptured breathing Beating heaving weaving tangle Skin caress velvet smooth Shock touch sensation elation Sweet wonder nerve endings delight
This ecstasy between Lovers Embraced by the still of the night _ Your Love is my raison d’être That is the truth no matter how much I deny The rooster crowed for St. Peter I will never be absolved of my sins Because I will fight like Hell for you All of me is hooked on a feeling And I know you are too No matter what happens in this lifetime I know we have the strength to make it through aking pagmamahal come with me on a never-ending story through earth sea sky paint the stars with our lullaby Magandang Pag-asa Ikaw at ikaw ang iisip ko Masarap aming buhay sama Allam ko sa aking puso
by Phillipe Javier Garcesto
OUR LOVE
alphabet prompt
IN LETTERS A chance meeting changed my world the day I met you By just your voice, I sensed that nothing was the same Chance is too random a description Destiny’s more accurate a name Everything in the stars aligned like heaven Famine became feast in your embrace God granted an answer to my prayers Hopeful-thinking was alas transformed by grace In an instant eternity stood before me Just in time you appeared as if on queue Knowing who I was, you saw and loved me Life had begun with you anew My nights had never known such tender pleasures Nor had my days known joys so sweet Our love must have been written in the cosmos Providence decided we would meet Quietly I pinch myself occasionally Reaching for you, I check if you’re still there Silently I breathe a sigh of sureness To me you are as close to me as air Understanding love is an adventure Very seldom do we get it straight When it’s right, though, there’s nothing like the real thing Xerox could not try to duplicate Yes, I am so grateful we’re together as part of the Universe’s plan Zaftig me, your quirky curvy woman loves you so...my big, strong handsome man.
by Karen Chambers
THROW ME A BONE
God wont hold ya hand, But he’ll throw you a bone. We’re all dogs chasing our tails On a quest to be left alone. So we push away companions And let it fall to peak. I let my body rise as I climb higher above these sheets. Never know the lands ive seen, And sandy beaches few, Another taste and I would die To think the places you’ve been too; Or the things you’ve been thru. Nights of fallen shadows. Out to sea and no paddle. Having but never had you. These thoughts ping ponging. The longing. When my brain won’t craft anymore Inuendos to hide this. Touch me, oh midas, And turn this heart to stone again. God throw me another bone again. About to throw this phone and so, no one could ever phone again.
All alone again. Ima dog about to call the bitches in And when they soak into this shell, I take away their evils. I can’t please them all, but promise to never leave you, Aint that my biggest evil? My biggest flaw caring. So take it all. I take it off, like this shirt, this skin, right off my head Leaving skull Made from the bone god tried to throw me, but pissed me off. Take it clean off. Then put the bronze i once was known to be, But not ever known. My biggest flaw caring. So take it all. I take it off, like this shirt, this skin, right off my head Leaving skull Made from the bone god tried to throw me, but pissed me off. Take it clean off. Then put the bronze i once was known to be, But not ever known.
by Denice Perez
WRITER A writer, writing about a writer. Beautiful words, telling a lovely story. Characters in the story falling in love . Deciding, that you can’t fall in love with the story, but with the writer. Everyone can like anything. Favorite things rarely mean it is meant to be. Gorgeous moments, with the person is what matters. Human nature. I’m a writer. Jaded, yes. But I still write. Knowledge does not always mean you are older. Learning and educating others varies with age. More. more. more. Never stop writing, Open my mind, heart, and inspired, I tell her. People clap, but did they listen? Quiet was the room, but who heard? Respect writer’s work. Speak. Thank you for sharing. Understanding between two writers. Velvet, experience hearing that story. Whether or not we meet again, I say thank you. Exquisite experience, I hope to bring to my writing. Years from now, I’ll remember the story, a 16 year old writer wrote about another writer. Zestful story.
by p.r.
LIFE lifean uncomfortable jumble of what-ifs and wrong steps, and hits-and-misses and righteous uncertainty and it’s hard SO HARD but we will go on because you have to because it’s worth it because there’s hope and wishing wells and kisses like spun sugar and the unfathomable sky that could swallow you whole but doesn’t and so you go on
by Jai Ronson Boddie
Jai wrote this poem on a wall in the Ironworks Gallery (on the right) during ORNG Ink’s SPEAK YOUR MIND, DRAW IT OUT event that encouraged locals to express their thoughts in word or images in response to the Trayvon Martin tragedy Photograph by MOLLY ROSE KAUFMAN
FLOWERS IN THE MOONLIGHT
The most beautiful flowers Are the ones that are hidden The ones that no one ever sees Hidden from everyone’s eyes We silently bloom Unseen, misunderstood We bask in our obscurity And we thrive in the darkness We bloom just as beautifully as any rose Yet we don’t bloom for anyone Other than ourselves We get to view the world In a whole new light Without the pressures of the visible world Without us being demanded to be a certain way We work in silence We go through our lives unnoticed Yet we don’t fret We will thrive Blooming in the night Basking in the pure white light Of the moon.
by Jude Saint-Jean
NO HAPPY
alphabet prompt
ENDING
A journey I wish I hadn’t began now looking back. Before it got bad it was something worth getting used to. Carelessly taken advantage yearning for love. Doubt consumed the bulk of my mind, body, and heart. Even those feelings wouldn’t let me part. Why? Fear of being alone again, that empty thought of loneliness. Grasping ahold of something that wasn’t even there. Hopelessly in love with a lie. Illusions of a candy coated union with nothing less than a happy ending. Judging the individual on the facade they first portrayed. Killer pains when the truth starts to reveal. Loyalty is all you ever wanted because it’s what you pushed the most. Matters of the heart are never answered equally. Nice always finishes last is what they said but I never believed them.
Opportunities of the perfect companion missed because of selfishness an angel he has left. Poetic satisfaction grew absent when we talked. Questions of what was real and what was faux in this fable of lost love. Relentless pursuit of happiness because even broken hearts still beat. Struck by Cupid or even stars the blinds aren’t permanent clarity always prevails. Twisted fallacies brought on by expectations are only moments that teach. Universal miseducation about relationships meaning still I know what it means to me. Visual, verbal, mental, and physical heart strings pulled left and right until the truth is found. Wanting to be wanted but needing a warranty for things that can only be healed with time. Xtasy, xhaustion, xplainations, and xotic all words that start with an e making relationships end with eX if neglected. You decide who is worthy of your love and who is not but choose wisely. Zest was never enough... A fable without a happy ending. Briana’s photography is featured in the cheered Portrait of a Lady Lookbook in the summer fashion issue. You can look at all the photographs styled by Pat n Kat Style & Laura Campbell patnkatstyle.com/portfolio
by Briana Heart
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fall 2013 the abc series part one no. 4 editor-in-chief p.r.
editorial board molly rose kaufman, ray w. sykes III art & design director mike mal creative director laura campbell photography & video director tyree huey fashion director kat dolly black
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FEATURED WRITERS
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