~Meniscus Archives~

Spring 2004
Issue #3

February - April 2004

Sex, Not Just for Teenagers
Mr. Ruggles

Like No Other Time, by Tom Daschle
A review
by Kristi Spurrier

Maintaining Spirituality in the Void We Call America
Mr. Ruggles
Libra Seeking Balance
Melissa Bator
What 2004 Means to Me
The Tonic
Bush's Capitalism: 21st Century Entropy
Jon Heinrich
Don't Think Twice,
It's Alright

Mike Kirkpatrick
Cows in the Road
Dan Berthiaume
Love, at 100
Pete Pidgeon
Summer's Freckles
Wes Ratko
Not a Love Story
Sarah Erdreich
Miami New Years
Team Meniscus
Tuckerman Ravine
Jon Heinrich
The New Orleans Jazz & Heritage Festival: Ten tips for a successful Jazzfest
Chrystie Hopkins
Meniscus New Years Picks
Bootyjuice is a Band
Derek Gumuchian
One Double Grande Instrumental, Please (Hold the Flavored Syrup):
A Review of
Self-Titled Debut

Brian Gagné
Show Review:
Vida Blue, 1/3/04
Jackie Gleason Theatre, Miami, FL

Jon Heinrich
CD Review:
Spaceship Integration
Live From Nowhere

CD Review:
The Recipe
All You Can Eat
Love Is...
-Ryan Collins
Traded for Monkeys,
Livid [In Tall Grass]
What a Calamity!

-Brian Gagné
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

Traded For Monkeys

Questions fly.
Banana fight.
My soul has been traded for monkeys.


Livid [In Tall Grass]
Dirty insects,
I itch on the inside of my skull.
Farmed were impetuous words
Of desire.

Wretched, wretched tall grass,
I fell you with my foot.
A gripe with heartfelt ambivalence
Is wrote number running,
Monotony incarnate.

Peace exists
Among ramshackled excuses for beauty.
Passionate, living falsehood and
Labored, subconscious philandering.

Create me a simple famine of symbols
And left-over symmetry:

Cold, itchy grass.


What A Calamity!

Chilled on ice,
In a twist over the
Textures and manipulations:
Lavish, but rags…
Vegan, but fleshy…
Milky stains left on towels,
We wiped our mouths
With our shirts.
Encircled in cotton draperies
Upon my soapbox;
Shouting and galavanting up
The stairs to the ramparts.

You got in trouble for dropping your pants.
I laughed.

Brian Gagné



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