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Oddball Magazine
          by Sirc de Wee Balu

Hey, Jason Wright allows his crew-mates to express themselves,
like warbling Bartlebys upon a Wall-Street carousel,
including Liza Zayas, James Van Looy, and other guys,
Bill Harvey, Janet Cormier, Flemmings Beaubrun, and Bruce Wise.
They are a motley group that come together every week,
each writes and shares his lines or hers, each hopelessly unique.
Oddball is not a normal or pretentious magazine,
nor is it perfect probably at really anything;
and yet one hopes that one might find, from time to time at least,
a thing that might enliken one to the enlightened beast.

 

Sirc de Wee Balu is an entertainer of sorts.

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Whales Up the Columbia
          by W. S. “Eel” Bericuda
          “Basic’lly they came up to eat food.”
              —Caud Sewer Bile

Upstream in the Columbia, next to Astoria,
some humpback whales, in the river’s flow, are foraging.
The warm El Niño sent them trolling anchovies and krill,
amidst the feeding frenzy of the roving pelicans.
There’s not a lot of rain, nor is the current eminant;
this year’s unusually warm ocean sent them on this hunt.
Their stocky bodies and fluked tails, above the surface lift,
in diving sequences they take, with waving, trailing rift;
and very lengthy black and white pectoral rorqual fins
ensure maneuv’rability in these cetacean spins.

 

W. S. “Eel” Bericuda is a toxin feeder, snake-like in appearance, like Tom T. Shiftlet, spineless, pointy-headed, with a bit of an underbite. His favourite sophomoric novella is Hemingway’s The Old Man and the Sea, and his savour-it junior poem is Bishop’s “The Fish.”

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Dimensions
          by Ira “Dweeb” Scule

Imagine there are more than four dimensions in space-time,
an x, y, z, and t, in relativity’s sublime,
a p, q, r, in QED that moves from atoms to
electrons, quarks, and strings, that wrap around new points of view,
that slip into a d, e, f, a DEFCON attitude,
that drop into dark matter and dark energy unglued;
so up to ten dimensions may not be so off-the-wall,
and maybe then, eleven, g, could help describe the all.
And yet, this alphabetic soup, although it may be neat,
perhaps will never have a membrane that will be complete.

  

Ira “Dweeb” Scule is a total loser, overly studious, and enjoys learning things. Huh?

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Macau
          by Lu “Reed ABCs” Wei

Most densely populated in the World is Macau,
which borders on Zhuhai up north, the Pearl east and south.
Some sixty-four kilometres from Hong Kong to its east,
it was, upon a time, administered by Portuguese.
Its GDP per capita by purchase parity
is at the top in World lists, as is longevity.
It’s been some time the largest gambling centre in the World,
its gaming and tourism flourishing, if not unhurled.
At night-time, buildings gleam and shine in utter fantasy,
but day-time hits one with its bustle of reality.

 

Lu “Reed ABCs” Wei is a rental gambler and mental rambler, in short, a person frequently intrigued by China.

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The Periodic Table, Mendeleev’s Labour’d Love
          by Alecsei Durbew

A few months after Meyer published his rendition of
the periodic table, Medeleev’s labour’d love
appeared, predicting future eka-elements would come,
like gallium, germanium, and gray-white scandium.
Hirsuit, the chemist forth pursued with formulated art
his fine, farsighted vision’s version, scientific chart.
And though there were a lot of elements that weren’t then known,
including all the noble gases, still he struggled on
to organize the elements that make up everything,
his atom matrix worth more than the wealth of any king.

 

Alecsei Durbew is a poet unafraid of speaking with Russians.

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Hipparchus
          by Esiad L. Werecub

The ancient Greek astronomer, Hipparchus, from his youth,
throughout his life, seems to have been a lover of the truth.
He gazed upon the heavens with a clear and steady eye,
o, ready at a moment to observe night’s passing sky.
He cataloged 800 stars, and more within his charts,
determining the year’s length by his scientific arts.
He noted motions of the sun and moon—their distances—
predicting even their eclipses in some instances.
As well his work led him through realms of trigonometry,
precession of the equinoxes, God’s geometry.

 

Esiad L. Werecub is a poet intrigued by ancient Greek poetry, particularly Hesiod and Homer.