CAROL SHILLIBEER : Eurdyice Running For the Pass
CALEB RICKETS : i Travel
VAL MAGNUSON : Eclipse
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Eurdyice Running For the Pass i Travel Eclipse


CAROL SHILLIBEER
Eurdyice Running For the Pass
Late Monday and dark is falling but light still breaks the sky over the road to the east. Floating from the west, the dark grey jowls of the dying sky jitter and spit, try to follow me past the mountain's spine, track me out over the wide gold fields, state's dry yellow tongue, but only a few deep black pillowed clouds can keep up, keep in front of the drying wind. Rain sputtered against the hills all day. In the slip stream of the car rabbit brush flicked yellow, shaking out the unaccustomed shower. From ridges, wet tunneled down to the belly of the plateau, toward the Columbia, rills, rivulets, old basalt scars bubbling again. A coyote streaked by leaving a vapour trail. Slap and tingle, rain at high speed, an open window, the smell of sage curled over the hood and tumbled like Chaplin bonelessly into the back seat. But with all that, it was only the horizon that grinned. Under the lip of an eastern scout cloud a wedge of rainbow showed south and another to the north. Widely spaced coloured teeth; down its throat, over the lip of the eastern horizon - oh to be swallowed by the world!
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CALEB RICKETS
i Travel
I travel lines only. Lines carry me. Holes in the ground, through cement is cement. Honeycomb bubbles on the end. I stand in lines.
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Poetry endangers the established order  of the soul - Plato

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VAL MAGNUSON
Eclipse
Midnight, dialogues in blue ascending to the flying of hieroglyphics Balancing purpler songs Tossing flowers into the wind Giving light into the nights of magic An Enigma 22, you Like some circus performer with birds Painting dreams, pointing to infinity And absolute endlessness- I wonder I wonder Who were the progenitors to the cosmic confrontations? What were the dialogues between you and some descending angel? Views of life from the emerald planet Crab nebula man dissections Playing in clouds of bubble dances Poets won and poets too In awe of you- Astral thinking projecting farewell shots Ringing in my bed Singing in my head- How did you become the ultimate kite flyer Electric future man? The sky exploded into dust And you became your own eclipse-
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CAROL SHILLIBEER : Eurdyice Running For the Pass
CALEB RICKETS : i Travel
VAL MAGNUSON : Eclipse


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