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Spring 2009, vol 7 no 1





With a voice of rock
cloud roots insinuate
the underworld
  They passed through
my birthplace long ago
gods and iron
winter respite —
the sun warms
the stone dragon's fire
  The forms in my dream —
the rose and the snake,
they are similar
on the pajamas
of the sleeping baby
the open eyes of lambs
  Winter night . . .
Hanging from a bare tree
The world of light
abandoned shrine
the wishing well
fills with stars
  I sit, still.
The canyon river chants,
moving mountains.
foxgloves —
gathering purple
at dawn
  the lizard's tail
longs for
three o'clock sun —
a trail to the kingdom
of ants
  Till dawn I curl
inside green field mushrooms —
a wood princess.
kicking mud
a pond snail coming:
a giant demon
  saguaro cactus
Grandfather lifts his arms
to the sun
sulphur butterfly:
why do you come
as a drunken man
  from Puvirnituq
this black stone salmon has leapt
to me
twilight dusk . . .
placing a cricket on
the dragon's tongue
  a shooting star
sand dollars accepted
at the toll bridge
moonlit water —
the shrimper
nets a starfish
  chilled to the bone
a seed coral
in the paulownia chest
in the rape flower fields
the Virgin Mother
is holding a kitten
  at the foot of the Cross
a blood-stained snail
becomes a buddha
Perhaps tomorrow
I will know a little more —
after my death
  morning haze —
a ghost cat haunts
the biscuit bowl
four a.m.
    the libido
of lightning bugs



With a voice of rock (Slavica Savli, 1:4) They passed through (Natssuishi Ban'ya, 2:2)
winter respite — (Doreen King, 3:3) The forms in my dream — (Casimiro de Brito, 2:3)
on the pajamas (André Duhaime, 2:3) Winter night . . . (Jack Galmitz, 2:4)
abandoned shrine (G. Nunn, 1:3) I sit, still. (Michael Garofalo, 2:3)
foxgloves — (Lorin Ford, 4:1) the lizard's tail (Jadran Zalokar, 3:2)
three o'clock sun — (Fay Aoyagi, 4:1) Till dawn I curl (Slavica Savli, 1:4)
kicking mud (Tateo Fukutomi, 2:2) saguaro cactus (Deborah Kolodji, 2:5)
sulphur butterfly (Patrick Sweeney, 4:4) from Puvirnituq (Ruth Holzer, 2:5)
twilight dusk . . . (Robert Wilson, 4:4) a shooting star (Fay Aoyagi, 4:1)
moonlit water — (Francis Masat, 4:1) chilled to the bone (Emiko Miyashita, 3:3)
in the rape flower fields (Ikuyo Yoshimura, 3:4) at the foot of the Cross (G. Rosenstock, 1:2)
Perhaps tomorrow (Casimiro de Brito, 2:3) morning haze — (Chris Eichenberger, 4:4)
four a.m. (Ellen Compton, 6:1)  


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