December 21, 2025

Dear Friends,

This is becoming a habit. An introduction to our issue with a found poem, taking one line from each of our 13 pieces. On this, the darkest day of the year, we offer a flickering flame.

This is MoonPark Review Issue 34.

A suppliant brunette Madonna falling out of the sky;
the music didn’t stop;
it kept speaking and I kept listening,
a lonely newbie, struggling to keep her shit together.
Light is the secret to just about everything,
a darkening of shadows and a big stallion,
lurid with emblems of death.
I want to clarify we’re not together anymore;
I would see her every morning.
She remembers the paradox,
the skyline’s distant haze.
I drifted away from the moment;
the man’s gloved hand grips a chainsaw.

 

Happy Solstice,

Mary Lynn & Lesley

Reed-Weston

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