LYNN STRONGIN : First Life in a New Land
KENNETH ASHWORTH : Comes The Revolution
JAN OSKAR HANSEN : Vanishing Act
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from MADONNA OF STONE, MOTHER OF SORROWS by LYNN STRONGIN, "First Life in a New Land"



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LYNN STRONGIN
First Life in a New Land
(For my father, Edward Israel Strongin, psychologist and for his first cousins, Harry Strongin, pediatrician, and Elliot Hochstein:
skill, distinction, compassion: the doctors)
Upon arrival, brown portfolio & passport cursorily checked by customs, handed visitor's visa: Once we settled in the railroad flat ours became a post office life: at the grille, waiting for coupons,, social security checks stained glass paperwork in windows to shut out glare. Paperclip sculptures evolved: the Griswold press of steam iron smoothing shirts for work: our math difficult, budget-balancing: We didn't live lives of spinsters whose only friend was the wine glass & fire briquettes. Filmic flakes of snow fell over our noir scenes: first life, late life, hands like flat white paper. Old & older women on skinnier & skinnier pensions hurrying home past the area railings over worn area carpets past courtyards filling with snow. Till we became who we've remained: trouser-roles sans, youth, tobacco, gin, old sea salts, Lesbians above the hill still even the green ferrous streak of envy muted, neutralized by age, Miss Mackintosh, come waltz, my darling.
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KENNETH ASHWORTH 
Comes The Revolution
Eleven time zones in Russia, each with its own small sun. Fathers who cannot tell the hour of the day recall the day of year the last blind moon hung in the spires of St. Petersburg. Washerwomen rise early, fire kettles to boil black babushkas wrung to stiffen into rat tails by the stove. I am inhabited again by spirits of slain Cossacks who cry out for onions and more blood. Hands inside me turn, other voices vow: 'Soon, brothers, soon; We take back all the clocks in the room'.
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JAN OSKAR HANSEN
Vanishing Act
It was on a beautiful moonlit winter night when old Ernie in his lonesome cabin died. His dog howled its sorrow to the oblique moon which shone through a dusty window. For days it sat by his side until hunger tolled and it took a timid bite of Ernie's upper arm. Spring, people came looking for Ernie everywhere; this vanishing act a mystery yet to be resolved. They patted his mournful dog, which looked remarkable well. Fed and gave it another home.
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LYNN STRONGIN : First Life in a New Land
KENNETH ASHWORTH : Comes The Revolution
JAN OSKAR HANSEN : Vanishing Act

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