RALPH MONDAY : After Paradise, Eve's Lover
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RALPH MONDAY
After Paradise, Eve's Lover
A flaming sword, their garden burned, Eve now in a miniskirt hiphopping At the local bar. These are the days after paradise. Nature had never been her gig. Talking to the animals like Dr. Doolittle While she stroked the serpent's head. That was her dig. The Paradise Lounge her local retreat Where she waited for her slick-haired Romeo while Adam was babysitting Their other sons and daughters. Lilith had taught her a trick or two. She didn't consider this sin, Just an opportunity.
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GAIL ENTREKIN, featured poet for v13.08 #191, gives us
The Hole in the House (12 poems for my daughter Kate)

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

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GAIL ENTREKIN | Nothing (after Sartre)1
CHARLES P. RIES | Stars Suspended from Branches
TIMOTHY MICHAEL FLAHERTY | Brush Strokes in D Minor
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GAIL ENTREKIN | You, You Mean
ABIGAIL B. CALKIN and THERESA HAMMETT-STEINLAGE |
Response (two poems)

CHERYL SNELL | Workshop
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GAIL ENTREKIN | The Conversation
MICHAEL MIKUS | Where Fear Stands at the End
STEPHEN MEAD | Tear in Hand
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GAIL ENTREKIN | Things You Never Thought You Could Do
KAREN MANDELL  |  Like Stepping Out of Your Clothing
ANDRENA ZAWINSKI | Under the Influence
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GAIL ENTREKIN | Making Dinner
DONNA KUHN | Melted
ANNALYNN HAMMOND | The Last Great Place
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GAIL ENTREKIN | After Snorkeling at Molokini Crater
ALICE PERSONS | Telephoning John
CATHERINE HEALY | Metrical Res
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GAIL ENTREKIN | This Is Just To Say
THERESA HAMMETT-STEINLAGE & ABIGAIL B. CALKIN |
Wisteria

KAREN MANDELL | True Life
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GAIL ENTREKIN |  The Hole in the House
CHERYL SNELL | Flower Half Blown
DUANE LOCKE |
Solitude and Sweet Sleep in a Place Rarely Visited

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GAIL ENTREKIN | To a Daughter Moving On
ABIGAIL B. CALKIN & THERESA HAMMETT-STEINLAGE |
Snow Roses

NANCY A. HENRY | Passage
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GAIL ENTREKIN | Celebration and Lament
CHARLES P. RIES | Erotic Geography
MAX HELENLADY | empty poetry
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GAIL ENTREKIN | Spring Break
KHALID AL HARIRI | The Status of Literature in a World
Where Writing Rules
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JOHN HORVATH Jr | Chicago Justice

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GAIL ENTREKIN
This Is Just To Say
	
(with a wave to William Carlos Williams)
Thank you for the peach pie red gold, gooey, thick and crusty: peaches carried heaped in a basket up the hill from the tree we planted seven years ago, watched over, pruned, debugged, (harvested one rock of a peach that first year) and now its branches bent to the ground on the uphill side, their burden of fuzzy softening fruit almost more joy than they can bear. You rolled the dough while I peeled fruit into a pail my hands deep in the juice and pulp my mouth smeared where I sucked my fingers, my hair sticky on my forehead, tiny fruit flies buzzing in the kitchen. I helped you lift the flat crust with spatulas and we laid it safely in the pan. You spiced the golden bowl with cinnamon and other secrets, crisscrossed the top with lattice crust, and this morning, you gone off to school, I cut a piece and served it on a small blue plate with milk in a blue cup. I ate it slowly, noticing every bite, watching the grasses move as the breeze swept across the distant hills. I've left the rest for you, sweet baker girl. I'll be gone a few days, but I'll be thinking of you eating peach pie. From GAIL ENTREKIN's book, Change (will do you no good) (Poetic Matrix Press, 2005).
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