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Dusk Approaching the Bridge Between  by JENNIFER MERRIFIELD

13 March 2007
Vol. 7, No. 1

We work in a winter of soon & make do

while we wait for your wife to bring fruit & deli sandwiches

to prove connections best, maintained.

My Husband Is Out of Town  by NANCY DEVINE

5 March 2007
Vol. 7, No. 1
love poem

treasure our mouths

not just for gold under our tongues

but for silly raptures they accidentally exclaim…

Medusa Ghazal  by JAMES R. WHITLEY

And what hope does an average girl have when the gossip's

already turned her into a cold-blooded pariah, a bitch deluxe?


A spurned lover here, a few premenstrual days there and I'm

gorgonizing men in their tracks like some monster from the lochs.

Doubt  by SARA TEASDALE

1 March 2007
Vol. 6, No. 4
classic, rhyme

My soul lives in my body's house,

      And you have both the house and her—

But sometimes she is less your own

      Than a wild, gay adventurer…

Wanting to Open It and Opening It  by LAURA MCCULLOUGH

23 February 2007
Vol. 6, No. 4

The durian fruit stinks

            like you killed your grandmother

and stuffed her under

            the living room couch…

Your Eyes, Your Secret Weapon  by AMANDA LAUGHTLAND

21 February 2007
Vol. 6, No. 4

Stop to see your optometrist.

You owe it to yourself


and to your country to have

your eyes examined.

No Amount Is Too Small to Save  by AMANDA LAUGHTLAND

19 February 2007
Vol. 6, No. 4

Members of the family, especially

children are more cooperative


about saving pieces of soap

if you paint a coffee can, cut a slot…

Heart, we will forget him,  by EMILY DICKINSON

15 February 2007
Vol. 6, No. 4
classic, love poem, rhyme

Heart, we will forget him,

   You and I, tonight!

You must forget the warmth he gave,

   I will forget the light.

I've got an arrow here;  by EMILY DICKINSON

14 February 2007
Vol. 6, No. 4
classic, love poem, rhyme

I've got an arrow here;

      Loving the hand that sent it,

I the dart revere.

I Am Not Yours  by SARA TEASDALE

13 February 2007
Vol. 6, No. 4
classic, love poem, rhyme

Oh plunge me deep in love—put out

My senses, leave me deaf and blind,

Swept by the tempest of your love…

A Valentine to My Wife  by EUGENE FIELD

12 February 2007
Vol. 6, No. 4
classic, love poem, rhyme

What though these years of ours be fleeting?

What though the years of youth be flown?

I'll mock old Tempus with repeating,

"I love my love and her alone!"

To My Dear and Loving Husband  by ANNE BRADSTREET

11 February 2007
Vol. 6, No. 4
classic, love poem, rhyme

If ever two were one, then surely we.

If ever man were lov'd by wife, then thee.

If ever wife was happy in a man,

Compare with me, ye women, if you can.

Only If  by DELANA DAMERON

if the salt-cured ham glazed

with honey is no longer


my sweet sweat on your

tongue and your fingertips


forget journeys along my

forever hips

An Ad in the Chicago Defender  by DELANA DAMERON

don't need much room. forty acres would have been too much. just need a corner of a corner to rest my eyes between shifts. will not be distracted by women or love or necessity of the loins.

Elegy for Lee  by JASON SCHNEIDERMAN

2 February 2007
Vol. 6, No. 4
elegy

I'd forgotten how the skull

shows through, towards the end;


how they were right,

those medieval artists…

To My Husband  by KAREN CHIEN

28 January 2007
Vol. 6, No. 4
prose poem

Darling, please do not touch me. Every time you do I throw up and lose my fat belly.

Self-Portrait in a Chewing Gum Wrapper  by CLAY MATTHEWS

25 January 2007
Vol. 6, No. 4

Every time I watch a movie

about human robots I constantly have to say to myself

You are not a cyborg, and sometimes simply

saying this is enough to get me through

the day.

Charred Face of the Gone  by CLAY MATTHEWS

22 January 2007
Vol. 6, No. 4

This the progression of prairie fire follows

the plot structure set to motion by an organism

long ago—first earth, then wind, and fire

followed by the resolution of rain we still

wait for as the dust picks up…

Visitations  by MARK JACKLEY

20 January 2007
Vol. 6, No. 4
elegy

You died in spring.

I go in fall,

not to the grave but


past the hog farm…

Excerpts from Greta  by GINA ABELKOP

15 January 2007
Vol. 6, No. 4

Outside nightingale waited. Wasn't patience

so much as practical. Little feet

like dinosaurs and nightingale was remembering

her own sister: no tongue,

no hands,

just a spread testament.

Elegy  by DAMON MCLAUGHLIN

8 January 2007
Vol. 6, No. 4
elegy

I forgive you as I have forgiven many things,

lyrics for those dolorous blues we played, those women,


America's loneliest state.

After a Day of Silence  by MIMI MCDONALD

5 January 2007
Vol. 6, No. 4
love poem

You are

there, behind that full


moon, in another state

in another hour. If I were

to tell you that my need…

Stigmata  by SUSAN SETTLEMYRE WILLIAMS

Curious are the ways

holiness is achieved (that freezing

and melting point, that instant

when your perfect attention changes

and unchanges you or the world) and unforeseen

the consequences.

The Brain—is wider than the Sky—  by EMILY DICKINSON

25 December 2006
Vol. 6, No. 4
classic, rhyme

The Brain—is wider than the Sky—

For—put them side by side—

The one the other will contain

With ease—and You—beside—

 

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