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KELLY JEAN WHITE : The Year I Discovered Rondele
DOUG TANOURY : Greek Echo (A Hollywood Park Poem)
MICHAEL MIKUS : Shadows in Morning Light
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KELLY JEAN WHITE

The Year I Discovered Rondele
  I still walked around this ghetto at noon. There was a cheese shop, and a rather nice little sandwich place, frequented by one of the Black Panthers, aging gracefully, writing cookbooks. I thought I made elegant parties, serving soft flavored cheeses on elegant crackers with special little knives. I thought I was grown up, twenty-seven, with a real job and a husband and friends who'd drop in of an evening for a little wine. I saw a future of decorous motherhood, dressed in dresses to match my perfect daughters. I'd step back from full-time work, volunteer in civic causes, support peace and breast-feeding. Quiet activism, and I'd age gracefully too, making presents of my husband's money. I'd collect local pottery and handi- crafts, maybe be an actual art patron, like the other surgical wives. I'd be good at it. So good I could be my husband's conscience. With my work for the oppressed and underserved.   He didn't want a conscience. He wanted someone who believed he was right. The cheese shop closed. The ghetto became full of men with guns without a political agenda. Friends stopped coming over. I slept a year in a bed that grew colder and more silent. I did not know what to say. And when I did I did not say it. What an odd girl I was, to see an elegant future in cheese.

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Pediatrician KELLY WHITE worked in inner-city Philadelphia and now works in rural New Hampshire. Her poems appear in journals including Exquisite Corpse, Rattle and JAMA.  Her most recent books are TOXIC ENVIRONMENT (Boston Poet Press) and TWO BIRDS IN FLAME (Beech River Books.) She received a 2008 PCA grant.

DOUG TANOURY

Greek Echo (A Hollywood Park Poem)
I see her naked With my eyes closed Each breast a half peach And the cheeks of her ass Symmetrical hemispheres A sliced melon I can touch her Deeply in my dreams Her flesh feels firm Yet soft like ripe mango And the taste of kiwi Lingers on my tongue I can see the smell Of her moving like A shadow around me A flicker of motion A flash of movement That is Venus waking

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MICHAEL MIKUS Shadows in Morning Light
Kiss me in the morning light, soft on the pillow you whispered goodnight then turned on your side right in front of me, though sleeping silent your breath breathed bright above the colored sight of rainbows milked from sunray's burning sings to me not wrong or right, but painful shadows now above hold me in their arms. Steadied calm of morning light frees me from the endless night of oceans black and hooked mooned skies, no stars shine because they've died, but phantom cries on side glance glare, blink away as pulsing flares to disappear when looking straight, as though they passed a closing gate somewhere from a distant galaxy. Hordes of blackness cover me, the moon is dead, the clouds can't see the earth that sleeps and breathes the fog from deep, gaping holes and bare, wounded bogs oozing from a black-tarred pit, amorphous life that will not fit, evolving cells to live again even though there is no rain. And here I lie; piercing streaks of golden light burn back time in black midnight hanging still above me-- a soothing, gentle hand reached to touch my face and live yet another day in shadows.


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KELLY JEAN WHITE : The Year I Discovered Rondele
DOUG TANOURY : Greek Echo (A Hollywood Park Poem)
MICHAEL MIKUS : Shadows in Morning Light

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