SUE LITTLETON : Autumn into Winter
BILL CARROLL : Layers
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SUE LITTLETON
Autumn into Winter
The forest of life is filled with wondrous trees and each leaf on each tree is a loved one, a relative, a friend. There are only Four Seasons to each life, and my Autumn is upon me. My trees are filled with leaves of every hue, from the palest green of a young grandchild to the deep golden red of a fellow poet. As I walk beneath the dappled shade of memory, I accept the natural sequence of death; I mourn the losses, understand that living and dying is chronological. It is the destiny that takes friends and contemporaries out of sequence that saddens me almost beyond my strength. (My young grandson was one.) Friends are so dear, so few, so carefully chosen that when a friend dies, a friend with whom I have spent hours exchanging confidences, whose dear face in a snapshot taken when we were both young women of childbearing age brings tears to my eyes, I wonder Why, why was her span so short? So this is my Autumn-- may my trees keep their bright leaves a little longer! Winter is that season of forever, when my own seared leaf shall fall, my mighty trees totter, my forest linger only in printed words if that. Give me my Autumn, my many-leaved Autumn, my Autumn of red and gold and rust, and I will not begrudge too greatly Winter's final blast.
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Layers
There is a place Along the busy street Where the asphalt has split open Peeling back to expose Old streetcar rails Interred just beneath the dark, Modern surface; Deeper yet, rough cobble stones Of a horse drawn city Then dozing roots of prairie grasses And rubble of the glacier's plow. This is why I beat the drum Some nights when impelling clocks Have calmed Calling to myself across a vast savanna; Loosening my dog's civilized collar To let her run with the many layers Of the moon.
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
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GAIL ENTREKIN | Experiment
JACK REDDEN | Afghan Taliban Says Non-Muslims Must Wear
       Badge

AVERIL BONES | Black Snake
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MICHAEL ESTABROOK | Emily Dickinson
STEVE NICKSON | Poetry Scam - How To Avoid Becoming A Victim
MICHAEL REHLING | I Don't Want Your Beauty
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MARTIN JERVIS | Mai Tai Cocktail
MICHAEL MIKUS | Soft Cry at Mourning
John Horvath Jr | Notes on Narrative
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ELIZABETH KERLIKOWSKE | Newton Minnow Knew
SCOTT LINDSAY | Poetry: An Exercise In Emotion And Vulnerability
JEFFREY C. ALFIER | Zum Bedaueren
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L.B. SEDLACEK | Abandoned Car | Abandoned Car
ANTHONY FRANCIS | Please Communicate In English
DOUG TANOURY | With Oranges
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VERNON WARING | White Bulb Swaying
KENNETH REXROTH | Jean Genet and Ornette Coleman
DAVID BARNES : Aroma of Grass
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ELISHA PORAT | Khamsin on the Hills
LYN LIFSHIN | When Death Could Come Fast Enough to Leave You
       as the Not That Young Woman in the Coffin with Chipped Purple              Nails

TRINA STOLEC : In Gold
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LYNN STRONGIN | The Vibration of the Iron Bells on my Back
ELISHA PORAT | Ana Bekoach A Personal Liturgical Homily
MARIE KAZALIA : No More Broken Hearts
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HOLLY DAY | Telling It
JANET I. BUCK : Death's Cookie Crumbs
PAUL HOSTOVSKY : On Repetition and Revision
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SUE LITTLETON | Autumn into Winter
SHANE JONES | Story from Ed Fisher
JEAN HULL HERMAN : Observing Men at Play: the Rites of
       Racquetball; or,My Bag's Bigger than Yours

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LOIS MICHAL UNGER | I Saw Jerry at the Shuk
CHRISTOPHER MULROONEY | Turn
WENDY L. HAMMOND | Transposition
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RAY SUCCRE | Flourishing Things Like the Deadening Things
JOHN HORVATH Jr | Narrative Poetry: in the Telling
WARD KELLEY | Pounding Poems

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