September 22, 2025

Dear Friends,

Once again we are filling our editor’s note with a found poem, one line selected from each of the 13 new works in this issue. We do not curate our issues with particular themes; rather, we let them arise organically.

Here is the spirit of Fall, 2025:

 

A policeman emerges and grabs the scroll of the violin.
The school bus held us like breath;
my good friend kept a gun inside her office drawer.
A beach is nothing but a battlefield;
I went to the old stone circle.
What point is there to us being here?
God has a plan for you.
How far down does it go?
Sometimes I just want to look at a tree and feel happy;
the little girl emerges to howl at the moon.
Can you legally hire a hitman?
The numbers said no.
“Do you think we’ll be on TV?”

 

Welcome to Issue 33 of MoonPark Review.

Mary Lynn & Lesley Weston-Reed

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