January 18, 2016
Volume 1, Issue 1
The Weekly Vomit
WHAT IS WEEKLY VOMIT?
By Dayita MorningStar
Ever since I read Stephen King’s book, On Writing, the phrase “vomit on paper” has been
stuck in my head. The first draft of anything I create is definitely vomit on paper. I just
have to vomit the creative flow out and let it land on my paper or more accurately, my
computer. Still, I’m not ready for anyone to see it until it’s been cleaned up, but there is
another kind of writerly vomit, too, a kind that all artists share, whether they be visual,
audio or literary in nature and that’s when we create something that doesn’t quite have a
home. We have no idea what magazine it would fit in, what genre it actually is, etc. It’s
just this spewing out of creativity, just this vomiting of ideas, thoughts and impressions.
That’s what this little magazine is all about. It’s a place for those stories, poems, articles,
essays, songs, drawings, photographs, etc., that don’t seem to fit anywhere, that just sort
of come gushing out of us artists because we have this overwhelming need to spit them
out.
DAYITA’S POEM OF THE WEEK
My Neighbor Thinks I’m Sexy
when I'm weeding my flowerbeds
he drives by on his lawn mower
grins and hollers, Hey, girl.”
INSIDE THIS ISSUE
He's not my type,
looks like young Mel Gibson,
smiles a lot and wears
his cap backwards.
Speed ....................... 3
We have nothing in common.
I'm a college grad.
He's a bum from Ohio.
I go to church and
he drinks, a lot.
He's got kids
by a fat blond woman
who brings them by
sometimes.
Once he gave me steaks,
once he asked me to swim
with him. I said, No.”
But if I wasn't married,
then I might have him over,
just for supper.
Speed ....................... 2
Poems ..................... 4
Art…..…………………..4
Lessons from Bubba
Birdhouse.. .............. 5
Book Review ........... 6