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LEE PURSEWARDEN : In Four Winds The Ladies Argue about Their Future with the Poet
SUE LITTLETON : A Visit to the Cemetary
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LEE PURSEWARDEN
In Four Winds The Ladies Argue about Their Future with the Poet
The first one says, I was writing love letters in a burning building barefoot, in a red nightgown something one doesn't wear to sleep in per se, I was thinking of St. Francis & his wine, red too, like the beaks of crows dipped in road kill. The other, quoting from scripture, said I will see him across traffic, waiting for me.  We had met but I didn't know him & when I was crying with desire, my fingers not enough, he will show me his cock, not as a sword, but gently, & he will bathe me & bring me coffee in bed, kiss my scars & come to Church, his hands, oh his hands will be like birds, like dragonflies along my spine my thighs, whispering pines & promises on boulders on the lake. The younger one said, No, as for me I will meet him in the city, not anyone I should be with, no – the other poets more my age, no one would approve.  I will imagine mornings in his motel, my clothes on the floor, my mother flying overhead. 

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SUE LITTLETON
A Visit to the Cemetary  
It's Sunday, I told the three cats (I talk to them to avoid talking to myself). Sunday is a good day to visit the cemetery but from where I sit the only grave to visit is mine and I'm not there yet. I am sure it would be pleasant at my gravesite-- it's Spring, it's a charming little graveyard (“little” being a strange word in this sprawling monster of a City) and my polished black granite headstone is all filled out … well, nearly all filled out. Those other graves I would visit are in two small-town cemeteries three thousand miles due North. I remember every pertinent grave at the first cemetery, My parents, all my mother's family— grandparents, uncles, aunts, cousins-- even my father's brother and his wife. So I went to the Internet and I fed in the names of my paternal grandparents because I had never been to their graves. A photograph appeared, so clear you could see the dry Texas dirt clods at the edge of the scorched grass. I stood figuratively at the foot of that small plot in the Eastland County Cemetery, imagined a pastures-bleaching sun overhead. Chiseled on the sturdy grey granite marker— “James A.” and “Minnie B.” Littleton. James Arnold Littleton and Minnie Moselle Bond-- I am the only one left to recall their full names. The headstone was provided, no doubt, by my solvent uncle, their elder son. Their younger son, my father, was a bit feckless. I know there must be other Littleton relatives here besides my maiden aunt Aubrey-- if I only knew their names. I gazed at the photo of the headstone for a long time, remembering childhood's Texas summers -- fried chicken and homemade sweet watermelon rind preserves, biscuits and pan gravy, Christmas fruitcake -- Mamie's gentle patience, Jimmy's faded blue eyes. I am the only grandchild they ever knew and this is as close a visit as I will ever make.— but I promise I will return.. I regret I can't bring flowers, perhaps a poem will do.

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JANET I. BUCK | Blackberry Vines
CAROLE NELSON PHILLIPS | Another Dead Cow
DEBASHISH HAAR | Five Roses
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L. WARD ABEL | The Economy
CRAIG KIRCHNER | Baghdad Dream
AURORA ANTONOVIC | How To Not Write A Poem
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L.B. SEDLACEK | The Vacant Chair
STEVE CROSS | The Neighborhood
DONNA L QUESINBERRY | White Walled Haripines
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AUGUSTIN MEDINA | Tender Fingers of Night
AURORA ANTONOVIC | Lazy Afternoon
BETSY LISTER | Evening Unsweet Evening
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DAVID BARNES | Reminiscence
ROBERT CRAIG | Going to California
BOB BRADSHAW | Where the Good Men Are
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TERRY WOLVERTON | Not Well
AURORA ANTONOVIC | New York Cocktail Party
WILLIAM DORESKI | Buffalo Plaid
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VERNON WARING | Not a Poem
SAM VAKNIN | Prague at Dusk
JUDY HOGAN | THIS SACRED WAY 21 September 2008
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JAN OSKAR HANSEN | Habemus Papam
AURORA ANTONOVIC | Butterfly
JAN OSKAR HANSEN | Late Night
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RACHEALGRACE ADAMS | Cradle to the Grave
JOHN HORVATH Jr | Gene Pool
J.K. DURICK | Local
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CHANMING YUAN | [week: directory of destinies]
AURORA ANTONOVIC | Addiction
JAN OSKAR HANSEN | Mother's Vacation
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A. D. WINANS | Old Men on Skid Row
JAN O HANSEN | Inferiority Complex
MARTIN JERVIS | A Cold Wind Blew
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ROBERT J. STOUT | Break Up
CHRIS AGUILAR | Time To Slow Down
AURORA ANTONOVIC | Critiques and Croissants
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Poetry endangers the established order
of the soul - Plato

REPAIR: resort, frequent or habitual going; concourse or confluence of people at or in a place; making one's way; to go, betake oneself, to arrive; return to a place; to dwell; to recover, heal, or cure; to renew; to fix to original condition. -- O.E.D.



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LEE PURSEWARDEN : In Four Winds The Ladies Argue about Their Future with the Poet
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