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.