Verse
Humes, Harry & Golden, John J. & Bissonette, David & Pratt, Charles & Cadnum, Michael & Smith, Le Roy Jr. & Lindeman, Jack & Quinn, John Robert
Michael Cadnum The Horse The sinews of the angry mare grow tau hard as the impenetrable future as she tries to pull the stump, Tries and fails. The taproot locked-in dives to something trees...
...The season's grain stiffens, I listen for what's mere: a freeze of blue syllables, a hiss like deep water...
...Blood and water flowed...
...My flated aneurism Told me I was whole...
...The taproot locked-in dives to something trees even dead are a part of staying in branches underground as the soul of a man open on a table beneath surgeons reaches like black lightning into earth, John Robert Quinn Stronger Several times a week He can be seen Walking across the bridge, Time-sprung, lean...
...Through the rest of the tree I reckon by smaller and smaller North...
...I'd rather leave their brilliant titter lay To pleasure grass and children, but my rake Drags me responsibly across me lawn As if it were the branch to which I cling Against the wind that brings vain beauty down...
...Ice brushes my face, breaks against my legs, clicks of secret places, Zero's precision coals the day...
...John J. Golden Mens Sana Tonight when that bubble in my belly burst...
...Pausing to let the world Pass him by He finds it hard to believe That he is I. Harry Humes Through the leo Tree An old apple over on its side, ice-covered by last week's storm...
...On the other side I need not took back to know my eyes have left no marks, nor that the day smolders with heartwood...
...I needed none...
...Dreaming, I sought no healing mothers...
...David Bissonette The Mind Suppose it is true: suppose from the beginning a bird has waited In the silent of each branch-promise me that when night comes every one will have sung, or be singing, Le Roy Smith, Jr...
...I enter its outer limbs...
...Nights keep Both of them in...
...The dark pure men alone will stand till spring...
...I heard bells and drums...
...Jack Lindeman Quandary Shall I say there is love in the offing, a candle that burns though completely concealed so that all in darkness seems swallowed and I on my legs with nowhere to go am like one who gropes against metal or being mentally ill dream all my acts inside a lacuna between the actual of things...
...Demonstration The blurred slot Of the subatomic Particle Is quality eluding Measurement And demonstrating That what things seem Is part of what they are...
...Lugging an armload of books, He walks his thin Shadow home...
...Near the center, the air's a hawk's eye...
...In summer he cuts through the park To weed the urns At the soldiers' monument-Foxtail from ferns...
...Charles Pratt Raking Leaves in Mew England liberated, laid off, have it either way, These fallen leaves for me are only work...
...Huge bells and mighty drums...
Vol. 109 • March 1982 • No. 5
