Poetry
• Words - Hillary
Kaye
• Boardwalk in Venice - Lily
Tanner
• As the Escrow Flies - John
O'Kane
• the answer - Rex
Butters
• greetings - D.T.
Jenkins
Words
By Hillary
Kaye
words are
powerful
you
moron
words are
powerful
you
fool
words are
powerful
you’re too old
now
words are
powerful
you ugly
girl
words are
powerful
you’re just a
boy
words are
powerful
you heed them
words are
powerful
make use of
them
words are
powerful
invent your
own
words are
powerful
invoke
vision
words are
powerful
you’re not
alone
words are
powerful
the world is
becoming
stronger with your
love.
words are
powerful
you are not sad
now
words are
powerful
you can be
too
words are
powerful
the
feeling
takes
you
words are
powerful
for
you.
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BOARDWALK
IN
VENICE
to the vendors
and crafts people who
are
no more after March,
2006
Necklaces hide
necklaces
jingling
bracelets
a lady strokes
heads
black
emeralds
across the
plaza
pizza by the
slice
toy tin
cars
incense
a man in a
mask
porcelain
white
slits for
eyes
hinged
mouth
walks to her
side
pulls her
away
a
crowd whistles and claps
a clown dances
barefoot on glass
-Lily
Tanner
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AS
THE ESCROW FLIES
By John
O’Kane
As the escrow flies
frenzied from wamu’s veins
through the hearts of a-frames
free to flag all exceptions
to the
deed,
a wireless boa
gobbling
crushing
transferring
fortune’s fantasms,
our tissues of trust
me
tas
ta
size.
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the
answer
Sunday morning
wolf
down
peanut butter on a sesame
wasa
fortify for the second day’s work
today
Highwaymen roaring on the
stereo
Big Al on
guitar
knock on the
door
pretty face in the peep
hole
“Hi, how are
you,”
she asks not
interested
“I’m getting
ready for work,”
I reply smelling her
evangelicalism
“Well,” she
says
fishing the
pamphlet
out of her brown
purse
“people wonder about
all
the problems in the
world
and this has the
answer.”
I quickly shut the
door
and on the
floor
next to the cat’s scratching
post
I see a small brown
problem
pick it up with the
pamphlet
throw both in the
trash
the Lord
provides
–Rex
Butters
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‘greetings’
Shifting
horizons.
The fog rolled in thick at
sunset.
Houdini pelicans. The silence was
deafening.
You
spoke.
The voice coming from everywhere and
nowhere.
Blood red water, but the trails were
phosphorescent blue.
And the silence drew me
to my feet.
Hello.Still
Floating.
–D.T. Jenkins
Posted: Wed - November 1, 2006 at 12:50 PM