THE BEAT

The Beat is The Walleye’s literary department which features poetry, short stories, lyrics, and other work from local writers accompanied by an illustration by visual artist boy Roland.

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people forget
Jonathan Focht
people forget
Jonathan Focht

you can kiss yourself,

stick to side streets.

carrots hold cosmos . . .

Jonathan Focht
Nothing Beige Can Stay
C.E. Farrell
Nothing Beige Can Stay
C.E. Farrell

I do not think that Spring

exists amongst the beige

and grey. 

The bulbs trapped ‘neath

fractal crust as Winter has his

way.

C.E. Farrell
Winter Light
Michael Sobota
Winter Light
Michael Sobota

In the available light

coming through two windows large and curtained

on the wall behind the bed

I see from across the room just the top of your head . . .

Michael Sobota
Winter Blues
Marianne Jones
Winter Blues
Marianne Jones

Here

summer is as brief as youth.

Winter is an uninvited guest

who settles in to stay . . .

Marianne Jones
pit party
Jonathan Focht
pit party
Jonathan Focht

we said we wouldn’t but here we are

dippin’ into the trailer stash! . . .

Jonathan Focht
Winter Whales of Lake Superior
Lenore Lotecki
Winter Whales of Lake Superior
Lenore Lotecki

The ancient guardians of the big lake

Sometimes seen

More often heard . . .

Lenore Lotecki
Adventures
Grace De Prophetis
Adventures
Grace De Prophetis

Hidden pathways off the open road,

secret footprints follow where they lead.

Children often wonder where they go,

they trace the imprints left in fallen snow . . .

Grace De Prophetis
Sweet little bird
Lisa P.
Sweet little bird
Lisa P.

You wrote a poem to free your soul

Correspondence, you called her . . .

Lisa P.
Seventy-Four Miles
Siobhan Farrell
Seventy-Four Miles
Siobhan Farrell

I’m trying not to hold too tightly 

to these seventy-four miles between 

Superior and Bayfield Wisconsin 

beside my ninety-two-year-old mother . . .

Siobhan Farrell
Ode to the Outhouse
Adrian Lysenko
Ode to the Outhouse
Adrian Lysenko

Bug bites on bare bum . . .

Adrian Lysenko
How stupid I am
Taylor Covino
How stupid I am
Taylor Covino

How stupid I am

To yearn for you . . .

Taylor Covino
barfly
Jonathan Focht
barfly
Jonathan Focht

six lips flap, bombastic hip hop 

beats itself, bottles clink glasses 

and glasses smash the hipsters—

it’s eardrum gymnastics! . . .

Jonathan Focht

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