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SUE LITTLETON
Passages
  I hover passionately on the down side of seventy, flying a helicopter with a bent rotor, leaning precariously from the window to observe where I've been without falling out of this shaky aircraft called Life.   Childhood was fine, mud pies, kittens, a cocker puppy. Adolescence was, as the psychologists advertise, agony – the menses, no breasts, battles with my long-suffering mother, boys and bumps on the end of my nose. University, a disaster!  Headfirst into an early marriage, feet-first out of it. Another marriage, three children. MENOPAUSE!  Hot flashes?  Don't be ridiculous! By the time I figured out what it was, it had Paused.   Another divorce, back to college, a degree (that year's oldest graduate) and at last, recompense. A granddaughter who read Agatha Christie, a tiny grandson who fitted neatly into the curve of my arm. Another, and another, until there were nine in all.   Now if I can just get this helicopter stabilized before God cancels my pilot's license!
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JANET I. BUCK
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Lamps and pillars made of guns-- pilot fish in time of war. Teething sharks and mantras of smug politics became nice nuns who earned the cloisters where they slept. Barracks bumpered by a plan for saving things, not dying in a brother's arms. Diaries of inner pillage in a jacket handed down from son to son as if it were nice woolen suits and not a stack of body bags containing dreams of ruined fruit. I think of ways your frail limbs resented staid--represented troubles of a universe-- hangnails hunting metal clips. Pill bugs rolled in tiny balls, reacting to the blessed danger leaders touted then contorted. Every goal you wore and bore-- pregnant promised birth of honor tucked between sharp cactus blades. Piñatas stocked with firm mistakes heroes called an action verb. Death's distillation always ruled, taping every coffin shut: firecrackers of our flags were brittle, hot, and dangerous.
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KASIM MASTER
I wandered on...
I wandered on The road to nowhere, When I stepped Out one day To traverse a lane That I had dreamt. Ones dreams can I find lead astray When they are Of fancy made. When the going Is good, why Dream, or when bad! Find a different mode Of living, than Pursuing fantasies Or whims or instinct based answers to problems that have Different roots. To live to dream May be the norm But to live dreams Is to float on fancy That can crash To earth and hurt.
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