Charge of the Trumpets

Issue 2.1

by Bob Thimmesh

(For Wm. Tell)

Morning’s muted
strings salute the sun as woodwinds
churn seas
with the fury
of the forsaken; chords
pirouette through
the maelstrom
until the quiet
of anticipation has absorbed a swirl

punctuated
by the trumpets
of impending heroism—-
a program

that evokes
emotions washed by the day of the ordinary.

Insults and injustice

have landscaped an imagination
that waits for liberation, as the masked

vagabond answers

the throbbing call
of trumpets theatrical—-

brave notes
beyond my pale

that burrow deep
in the nerve-holes of my memory;

trumpets flush
the infectious
notes from their
holed repose,

to once again fever my imagination

to thrill the ideal
to follow the just.

My nerves, satiated
with life’s inevitability,
now revive
on a whiff of hope—-

to cheer

the masked man’s pursuit
of honor and the just,

to listen

for the trumpet of righteousness.


Bob Thimmesh is a retired businessman who enjoys spending most of his time writing poetry and fiction. He is currently working on his memoir and lives in central Minnesota.

Radio Theater

Issue 2.1

by Bob Thimmesh

It is afternoon drive-time
for the radio-adventure crowd

raised on Wheaties
and the Lone Ranger.
She spins

Rossini’s Overture and retrieves
my cheer for the masked one’s justice

with silver horse
and silver bullet;

My pulse quickens into the clover-leaf’s

loops; where are
the oppressed sod-busters?
Does a widow need help
against her land-grabbing
neighbor?

My adrenaline flows
around the detour barricade
as dirt-coated pylons fly past;

now she launches
Flight of the Valkyries,

injecting lava in my blood; my car
bursts ahead

splitting cops
and eighteen-wheelers

and pulls alongside a speeding

silver bullet

riding the charge of the Valkyries.


Bob Thimmesh is a retired businessman who enjoys spending most of his time writing poetry and fiction. He is currently working on his memoir and lives in central Minnesota.

Poetry: Sidewinder

Issue 2.1

by Bob Thimmesh

for Ray S.

Sweetness
wrapped by a horn’s husk
slithers softly
between the muffled cadence
of mallets
and arpeggios
of imitation ivory, then
dangles like a green pepper
at the end of a painter’s string.

Sweetness
sandwiched between
crisp cymbals and a stiletto stutter
of breathy innuendo
flowing through the bell and valve
of Morgan’s lament;

disparate solos
enter and depart
the rotunda
of bass and drum–

a sometime dowdy pair that shed
their homebody socks for a night on the town–
gingerly tasting
the sparse cloud of the horn’s contrail,
the disjointed guttural
of the swaggering sax.

They complete a dosey-doh;

notes linked
elbow-to-elbow
bow to each other

behind the conversation of wind
the dialog of string; engagement
that winds side-to- side

sensing discordance
and harmony;
tongue darting
in and out

savoring chords above the flat of E, sensing
joy and pathos on the other side of midnight.


Bob Thimmesh is a retired businessman who enjoys spending most of his time writing poetry and fiction. He is currently working on his memoir and lives in central Minnesota.

Poetry: Without Applause

Issue 2.1

by Darren Demaree

The all-bruise
doesn’t fade
as it’s the context

& the hymns
of the arcade
that constantly

push against
the already risen
blood. To be broken

& to have that
breaking known
publicly is to be

fated, is to be
prematurely swallowed
by the fates

& when it comes, that
one time the user
doesn’t use,

nobody put their hands
together for that
moment.

They should.
That is a mountain
risen, but refusing

to touch the blue
of the sky
that looks so warm.


Darren Demaree‘s poems have appeared, or are scheduled to appear in numerous magazines/journals, including the South Dakota Review, Meridian, New Letters, Diagram, and the Colorado Review. He is the author of six poetry collections, most recently Many Full Hands Applauding Inelegantly (2016, 8th House Publishing), and he is the Managing Editor of the Best of the Net Anthology and Ovenbird Poetry.

Poetry: Secrets

Issue 2.1

by Bob Thimmesh

Secrets are whispers
carried on the wind of privilege
a wind of harmony

(in the key of C)
and the dissonance
of a B-flat despair;

some carry the guilt of a solo riff,
others the synchronized delusion
of a hidden sweetness.

Privilege, a summer dalliance
that replaces the possibility
of good with the certitude of loyalty;

for loyalty caroms through
the curves of whim
ricocheting from the wall
of rationality to the wall of caprice,
and sustains itself
by feasting on its adherents;

for the secret becomes
its own testament, complete
in its ontological pedigree,
a temple where wind-borne words acquire
the sacredness of an ex cathedra proclamation.


Bob Thimmesh is a retired businessman who enjoys spending most of his time writing poetry and fiction. He is currently working on his memoir and lives in central Minnesota.