The crying and screaming, the defiance, the long silences and the long, recriminating letters on either side and in between the silent mail-order gifts of reconciliation.
A quick list to poets featured in this issue:
The Sunset at the End of the Block
ran out to see the sunset at the end of the block,
follow an energy field, exposed,
instance, Iíd want to gather
the silent emptying,
tension of a recurring dream. In the dream
Iíd want to watch a volcano come to life
the end of the block the sun goes down
I turn my back on it, and walk home.
Remembering My Mother
was July when my Mother died.
Wait a minute, I thought. Sheís dead!
is it that our relationships with our mothers
crying and screaming, the defiance,
I just want to ring her up
How I Know My Father in Objects
paperweight on my desk, marbled stone
me of my father, heavy egg, oh
every document Iíve found of him, my fatherís
must have been a time he was just a man
and polished in a tumbler, to sit on my desk.
he never was, my cipher father, egg
my motherís things, Iíve found
in with it another spoonó
spoon with identical little dents in the bowl.
in the handle, and other flowers, a silver
rabbits, I think, and geese ...