GAIL ENTREKIN : Sweet Kate
JAN THEUNINCK : Shoa
ABIGAIL B. CALKIN and THERESA HAMMETT-STEINLAGE : Ocean and Plains
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Sweet Kate Shoa Ocean and Plains


GAIL ENTREKIN 
Sweet Kate
I carry you before me like the planet earth, bend under your weight the blue map of your secret genes spreading over the white flesh of my belly like a net, your fish knowledge in the first dark world the story I am waiting to read. My veins swell to the surface blue salt water knots your first scars on my life so that I long to lay you down in the lap of a patient man even I think now even if he should take you up like a bunch of flowers and, lifted to his face, his startled lips, you should alter him suffuse him with the knowledge of another woman making him never wholly mine again. From GAIL ENTREKIN's, Change (will do you no good) (Poetic Matrix Press, 2005).
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JAN THEUNINCK
Shoa
wandering jew, damned jew and no words on them are forbidden suspected of crimes and treason they have been put in jail - they have been tortured and murdered in the name of an insane idea and now - more than ever - who is next, please?
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Sweet Kate Shoa Ocean and Plains


ABIGAIL B. CALKIN and THERESA HAMMETT-STEINLAGE
Ocean and Plains
Across the strait palest orange framed a blue hole in rain-gray clouds. The seas lay almost still as the storm touched its surface to blue…a queen's sapphire. To pin on a peasant's cloak of Kansas November. Gray days, on pale brown earth. Meadowlarks, sparrows, finches, November calls: WHEAT-CORN-SUNFLOWER! All gray seeds, remnants of a queen's summer gold gown. Kansas November sunset, the ruby in a queen's crown. When winter drapes sun's eyes, Capes bend the sky over starlit afternoons. Sand lies its frozen undulations of older, higher tides where eagles bank, land against a sou'easter, scavenge beach morsels. Alpenglow mountains leap bays as November comes: the tide, now gray, fills and flows… cleanses earth… Twice each day.
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