Sunday Morning in Echo Park

The editors of Slake, the new Los Angeles literary magazine based in Echo Park, have announced that  their second issue is scheduled to come out early next month  following some last minute-drama and delays with the printers (click here for details).  Slake has allowed The Eastsider to publish one of the pieces in the upcoming issue, a poem written by editor and Echo Park resident Joe Donnelly.  Here is “Sunday Morning in Echo Park”:

Wildflowers light up the hillsides
Explosions of color like a terrestrial fireworks display
Coffee spills on my undershirt, of course
The bees don’t notice
Two chickens in their walk
Cock their heads to the side
And take account
Warbling contentedly
My dog inspects a creature’s burrow
On our secret country lane
The hills really are alive with the sound of music
Don’t Stop Believing, if you can believe it
A young girl on a pink bicycle peddles intently
She knows where she’s going
But it’s not where she said
She has her own plans
Written on a piece of paper she carefully placed
In her big-girl purse
A family ascends the steep steps to Elysian Park
The girls out in front
The parents lagging behind
The corner market is already out of the Sunday Times
Friends gather on their stoops
Laugh at the previous night’s debacles
The coffee shop is bustling
As folks start their day
The old-fashioned way
A small cottage is for sale
With a little work
You could see the possibilities
Back home I write a song
Don’t be surprised
If it’s about you


  1. Really lovely poem! Provides quite a visual………..

  2. I like it.

  3. You can say what you want about this poem was creative or whatever but this poem sucks no offense and I do have an open mind but this poem just doesn’t have any kind of good effect and is crap. This is my opinion and I believe that anyone who likes this poem is just being nice to the author of it and thats it.

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