~Meniscus Archives~
Winter 2003
Issue #2

November - February 2004

Link to Issue #2 Home


Bynum's Corner Word Games

The Dissapperance of Childhood
Sarah Trachtenburgh

There's something about Crystal Boots
Drayton Patriota
Debate/Retort by Little Lamb
The Apothecary and Mr. Cesnek
Chrystie Hopkins
A Stroll Down Shakedown Street
Caleb Estabrooks
Out of the Box, Into my Hands
Derek Gumuchian
Travel Log of a Colorado Girl
Erin Hopkins
Santa Fe
Chrystie Hopkins
How to find your friends at IT!
Rob Hansen
Meniscus New Years Picks
Sound Tribe Sector 9: Focusing the Light
-Jon Heinrich
Jacob Fred Jazz Odyssey: Take a Trip with the Wild and Wooly Masters of the Jam-Jazz Scene
-Brian Gagné
CD Review:
Solar Igniter
CD Review:
Cadillac Jones-
Junk in the Trunk
Through Glass
and Grain

-Aiden FitzGerald
four poems
-Brandon Rigo
-Pete Pidgeon
Art Model
-Julia Magnusson
-Julia Magnusson
Dead dog
-Julia Magnusson
-Julia Magnusson
Those games
we'd play

-Julia Magnusson
Ode de Toiletté
-Aron Ralston
-Stephanie Laterza
-Stephanie Laterza
-Stephanie Laterza
Meniscus is...
Meniscus Premier Launch Party
Zeitgeist Gallery
Cambridge, Massachusetts
August 14, 2003

Metro Saturdays hosts
Meniscus Portland Launch
Sky Bar @ The Roxy
Portland, Maine
August 30, 2003

State of the Art
Lounge Ten
Boston, Massachussets
October 23, 2003


Enjoy your senses
in the Meniscus
Prose Lounge

Stephanie Laterza
Published 11/15/03

I awoke on a beach in the late afternoon,
When the ocean was calmer.
After the waves had raced hard
Like stockbrokers before the last bell,
It’s voice crashing
Hard enough to trip people up in the under toe.
But at that time of the day,
The sky was solid blue and feathered with white clouds.
It was as though I had slept through a war
had gone to the secret place where I was alone
With myself and content with the company.

Comfortable and silent
in a place not everyone can go to alone.

And when I awoke things were calm.
I yawned and my face stretched fresh,
As I walked along the new shore.
The loud water was clear and warm
Breathing more slowly now, relaxed;
Just whispering against the sand like parents after a long day.
And at this time of the day bouquets of small shells
Clung to vines of clear seaweed.

My shadow danced and bent on golden shores.
My shadow folded and stepped far ahead of me.

-Stephanie Laterza

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