Stargazer Photograph, Sandra Morgan©2001
September 2001, page 2
MICHAEL TODD:
my children
fishing in the rain barrel not one bite although she's gone
summer wind
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H.F. NOYES:
hazy headwaters –
pale green dusk and the willow blend into one |
BARRY GEORGE:
wind in the reeds—
full moon in the loblolly pine changing a bike tire—
sand painting
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SHELBY K. IRONS:
bare feet
in fresh mud dancing in the rain on the roof
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LENARD D. MOORE:
home alone—
I listen to a meadowlark mimicking itself plowing day—
noon sun
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DRAGAN J. RISTIC:
bouquet of lilies –
in a cellophane prison a wandering bee lights out
seller's thundering voice
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KAY GRIMNES:
deserted alley
heavy anger of his fist against the old brick hot still night
gulls
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CLAUDIA GRAF:
pond grasses
tips reach out to watery twins rainsnakes
curled snakeskin
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SVETOMIR DJURBABIC:
A gypsy boy
sharing given bread with the pigeons Dark shelter –
Peacock's tail
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JOHN STEVENSON:
Paul Bunyan –
whole headlines in the paper-mache summer camp
in the other room
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CAROLYN HALL:
asking directions
from strangers – my home town clay path
mammogram waiting room
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KIRSTY KARKOW:
blue sky
I almost miss the morning glory cat's grave . . .
still morning
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J. MARCUS WEEKLEY:
diving into the wreck
those winter Sundays: the wasteland empty McDonald's bag
pulling in the nets
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MARTIN MIKELBERG:
l ooking
i nside l iking y ourself B A L
N C E
s olo
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JOANN KLONTZ:
writing a check
warmth of the counter where the last patient leaned signing our wills...
her eulogy...
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MARIA STEYN:
picking sweetpeas –
a tiny spider swings from a strand of light falling leaves . . .
old age home
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CARLOS COLÓN:
competing with the priest
a choir of birdsong Japanese lanterns
farmer pointing the way
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PAUL WATSKY:
dimly lit
brightly iIluminated The Book of Kells foggy New Year's –
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ELIZABETH ST JACQUES:
the bluebird
in the sky lost to it on the wall
pulling its sound
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