Jul/Aug 2004

e c l e c t i c a   p o e t r y


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Special Feature — Word Poems
Poems containing the words chap, oregano, eraser, and feral.
Includes a special invitation for the next issue.


2416 North 16th Street
And I think it comes down to the shed—
what happened here—how some put their lives
on hold, buried their hearts with the clutter
Michael Catherwood


The milkweed pods are open beaks I've seen
on baby birds, the ragged silk, their sound.
Miriam N. Kotzin


I saw you
Before I saw them
Red-lipped as if they had gnawed you
Laird Barron


He timed his plastic sport watch for 12:25 and closed his eyes.
When it sounded, he snapped up so you could hear bones creaking.
Christina Ranon


Saint Cecilia Bought Me a Dream
St. Cecilia wore a pale green dress
and whispered lovely smoke.
J. Alana Hauenschild


Song In A Country With No Name
A tumescent pain
glistens on the tongue,
wants to sing,
but there is no voice.


The Passage of Black
That's when I knew she had been copulating postmortem
with Beckett, even Eliot, on the teacher's desk:
vampires who impale every pliant virgin on stilted words.
Arlene Ang


January's Resolution
I brush through brambles,
remember summer's
prickles, the relief
from rubbing berry
leaves into wounds.
Carolyn Kreiter-Foronda


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