How Does One Name Peace
By Rasunah Katz
Name it the silence that accompanied all creation
Name it the wordlessness of animals
Name it does not live by the sword
Name it does not hold a grudge
Waiting For Night To Fall
By Carl Kopman
Lovers and friends never have ends
And The Sky Is Not Cloudy All Day
By Curt Berry
last night she says
” i don’t want anyone but you”
fine. fine.
we were making love
and things like that are
often said,
heightening, as it does,
as it did,
the emotional nature of the Act,
increasing, no doubt,
the sperm count and the possibilities
of Zygote formation.
How We Said Goodbye
By Peter Lit
How do we set someone free?
How do we say goodbye and
send someone on their path?
Two Short Poems
By Bill Bradd
For Big Al
We pass by in a line
as old elephants do
one eye on the dead one
by the side of the mud hole.
An old elephant dies, the rest of us
move forward in the rut of habitual turning
and one by one we too will kneel down
for the final time, unaware that the rest will pass
with a remembering eye on a dead elephant
kneeling by a mud hole.
Etched
By Marlene Moon
I went through this life journey earning
these road worn lines, these furrows,
this older breath.
Journal Entry
By Don Shanley
after a late May rain? when
the fluffy-white high cumulus
move as the firey smoke
of white phosphorous
thrown on the thief. of a pair
of sweat socks.
The scent of lilacs sours,
screams a coating of charred, human flesh
inside my nostrils.
From Son: Birth of the Poet
By Sharon Doubiago
Thursday, October 17, 1974, Greenwood Pier Café, Elk
Overhearing Dorvald
By Gordon Black
OVERHEARING DORVALD
Lorca’s Dawn
By Devreaux Baker
I don’t know why Lorca came to visit me.