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ROBERT CRAIG
Going To California

The next day the sun was back
it layered itself like paint over
the flat beach a long slow wave
far out in the waters hardened in
the light and sent a spear of bright-
ness everywhere the light seemed
different than the light in California
it seemed somehow thinner colder
less nourishing the wave out in
the dark ocean melted away then
hoisted itself up again a hard daz-
zling streak of gold lepted across
it then she turned away westerly
as if going back to California.
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SAM VAKNIN
Prague at Dusk

Prague lays over its inhabitants in shades of grey. Oppressively close
to the surface, some of us duck, others simply walk carefully, our
shoulders stooped, trying to avoid the monochrome rainbow at the end of
the hesitant rain. Prague rains itself on us, impaled on one hundreds
towers, on a thousand immolated golden domes. We pretend not to see it
bleeding to the river. We just cross each other in ornate street
corners, from behind exquisite palaces. We don't shake heads politely
anymore. We are not sure whether they will stay connected if we do.

It is in such times that I remember an especially sad song, Arabic
sounds interlaced with Jewish wailing. Wall after wall, turret after
turret, I re-visit my homeland. It is there, in that city, which is not
Arab, nor Jewish, not entirely modern, nor decidedly antique that I met
her.
And the pain was strong.
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RE Going To California copyright ROBERT CRAIG
RE Prague at Dusk copyright SAM VAKNIN : Sam Vaknin is the author of Malignant Self Love - Narcissism Revisited and After the Rain - How the West Lost the East. He is a columnist for Central Europe Review, PopMatters, and eBookWeb , a United Press International (UPI) Senior Business Correspondent, and the editor of mental health and Central East Europe categories in The Open Directory and Suite101. Until recently, he served as the economic advisor to the government of Macedonia.

Visit Sam's Web site at http://samvak.tripod.com


JOHN HORVATH Jr
Gene Pool
Here is how dead sperm seem proper--massed along one wall, mass of fate-completed souls that wait no longer, dream no more, yet smile some. This old petty chieftain from generations gone; already faded at the edges, the newest wedding group has members of its entourage entombed or becoming nameless unless, centered mid some mass along another wall--a cousin's face twice removed on aunty's side edges into consciousness--that looks like . then edges back toward namelessness. How comes this namelessness to an image in a photo kept and is that namelessness at all akin to some stranger's namelessness on some city street. Unlike unto that degree that bitterness engendered it. Here is that sister who married ill, already nameless to the centered couple's seed; there is that imprisoned uncle, "heretical Crescence," and such bad sheep as have adjectives stamped upon the observation of them--informal fallacies hidden in the shadows of each snapshot smile; Imagine someone saying to them, "good that you could come," and just before the imagemaker commands "stand firm" one brother refuses out of an all-but-forgotten affront the other brother's hand in friendship. Almost a fight breaks out and they are separated so no longer is there this family left and that, on the right; one family now the wedding photo seems to suggest. Almost a fight in every family photo on this wall. Almost a fight. All ten to forty of them were alive, bound together with measured or unmeasured time, reasoned or unreasoned motivation, perhaps a willingness to die for each other, dead now, or dying. On this wall amassed,
they surely slowly die, losing their meaning. "Who is that, Daddy?" Shall I lie..
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