LYNN STRONGIN : What Crows Eat
MARYANN HAZEN-STEARNS : Companions
ALEC KOWALCZYK : Gnomon
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LYNN STRONGIN
What Crows Eat
(For my father, Edward Israel Strongin, psychologist and for his first cousins, Harry Strongin, pediatrician, and Elliot Hochstein: skill, distinction, compassion: the doctors)
What do crows eat? Not hummingbirds. In our first suite up north amid fire starters & lavatory cleaners we made love seldom: The hospital catwalks bloomed on my retina again: zebra-striped steel I walked with father when five years of age. By seventy no sage but a Creole cat nudging antebellum dreams postwar life enfolds me again, lungs, breath, sternum knowing memoires of isolation children's ward, strange fire, boat-in-blown bottle fragile, presence of the unlit lung.
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MARYANN HAZEN-STEARNS
Companions
She watches night ride into the room on the back of her curtains It hangs about nonchalantly lolls along the footboard of her half empty bed suggestively Her toes poke up pink-nailed little tents under the sheet night darker on this side than the other Does it matter? No, no sleep in this night a night that hangs itself from the light cord which pulls its backbone straight with a snap That's better Where were we? No sleep She watches dark grow darker it comes like black blood washes the walls in bold strokes but no matter She closes her eyes pouches puff half moons edge the curve of her cheek bones and she reminds herself the walls are not wet just dark curtains move thinly bed sheets rustle she feels night fall gently to its knees They pray
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Gnomon
It is a regal garden, mirroring the symmetry of the palace fašade. Water cascades evenly in the large central pool. The sun remains unclouded, and the geometrically disciplined cone-shaped shrubbery shed sharp shadows. There is nothing human in this landscape. It is a regal garden, mirroring the symmetry of the palace fašade. Water lies stagnant in the large central pool. The sky is overcast / the sun is hidden, and the geometrically disciplined cone-shaped shrubbery shed no shadows. The landscape is dotted strategically with stationary human figures, and the figures cast shadows. It is a regal garden ...
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LYNN STRONGIN : What Crows Eat
MARYANN HAZEN-STEARNS : Companions
ALEC KOWALCZYK : Gnomon

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