Praise be to baby Jesus— I am off today. Yes, that’s the same baby Jesus who made top speed (see The Contender to understand the reference).
Since receiving the news that ToasterMag will be ending after the next issue, I have been tossing around the idea of starting a bimonthly or quarterly e-zine. For the few months I’ve worked with ToasterMag, I have enjoyed myself even though it’s been a decent amount of work reading through submissions. But, to be honest, I don’t know the ins and outs of starting and maintaining an e-zine. Advice anyone? Feel free to post it or email me.
and for baby Jesus, one last Gylys poem:
MY SAVIOR IN THE FORM OF A BUS
“Do you believe in Jesus Christ our Lord?”
An old, balding man was in my face.
He wasn’t someone who could be ignored.
I thought he’d go away if I looked bored.
I rolled my eyes and yawned. He kept his place.”
Do you believe in Jesus Christ our Lord?”
“I’m Jewish, give it up,” I moved toward
the street, but then my heel caught on some ice.
I fell. “You see, He mustn’t be ignored.”
This guy, I thought, is someone for the ward.
But I was at his feet. “It must be grace,”
he said, held out his hand. “You know the Lord
can work in wondrous ways.” He’d struck a chord:
my days in Catholic school, a veil of lace,
these words a priest once said, that I’d ignored:
“He’ll come to you, carrying a sword.
And Beth, how will you meet him face to face?”
My bus pulled up just then, thank the Lord,
rescuing me from questions I’d ignored.
~ Beth Gylys
from BODIES THAT HUM, Silverfish Review Press