By Joel Pelegrina


To write

Is to fight

The good fight

Should I forget

The plight we share

The one in where

We stare into dark

To find a spark

And eventually

Turn to light.

To write

Is to let

My thoughts

Take flight,


At the helm,

Toward the realm

Where transmission

Stays bright.

To write

Is to transform

May and might

In such a way

That they Become

A fervent Will

In how I think

Like quill and ink

About to spill

Itself upon

Papyrus brink.



Joel PelegrinaJoel Pelegrina, once enamored with the itinerant life of the wayfarer, now finds himself most at home when wiling away the hours whittling driftwood words into wondrous shapes both exotic and known. Each handcrafted piece is lovingly made, carved with an array of ancient implements equal parts archaic and modern, with methods both traditional and avant-garde. Needless to say, it is not for the flea market or occasional arts & crafts fair for which these relics are made, although in such company they would most perfectly reside; no, these artifacts and totems are meant for more personal locales, in the lofty residences of all those of open mind and gypsy soul, perhaps best placed on the mantels of all the inner sanctums in which we find the most solace.

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Editor: Dana Gornall