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\centerline{Edited by Erik Asphaug}
\centerline{(asphaug@lpl.arizona.edu)}
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\centerline{\screwball Issue 1, Beltane 1993}
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\title{Different}

He said
this isn't anything like your other paintings
no
I said
it is different
so what happened?
this is what happened.

\author{Ralph Cherubini}{ralph@wixer.bga.com}

\title{The Goats of Spring}

The hoof in the marsh
sinks as I pump from rear,
alpine air, thin on the goat.
\medskip
As I span the worlds I notice a flower,
by her ankle.
spring has come!

\author{James Forgy}{james@clam.com} 

\title{The night we did not dance}

at night, i tiptoe to the great dance hall
wearing my heart on a hopeful sleeve.
a transient on waves of light, i pause
to peek through panes
of multi-coloured screens
seeking the intimates scents
of your words at their leave-taking.
\medskip

i caught the fragrance of your songs
but the curtain opened to an empty room
the night we did not dance.

\author{Zita Marie Evensen}{bu016@cleveland.Freenet.edu} 

\title{Untitled}

The wing of a battered angel
Fits comfortably within my hand
Her eyes
Weep without ceasing
Though I cannot dry her tears
When I look into her broken soul
And see her fears
I wonder how
I can survive in a world
Where
Even the angels die

\author{Karen M Reagan}{t22@clark.edu}

\title{Shadow on the wall}

Hard winds blow
I see you shudder from the
chipping cold
\qquad   wounds
\qquad   caused by ignorance
\qquad   and the basest fears
of others who wear glasses
painted over by a mockingbird
I know you better than that
\qquad   you're no monster
\qquad   no hideous wrench-clawed thing
\qquad   waiting to prey upon
\qquad   the naive
Instead
\qquad   you're just a shadow on the wall
\qquad   you hide yourself
\qquad   like a mother cat hiding her kittens
\qquad   from cruel nature
It's hard to fight
\qquad   when your hands are weighed down
\qquad   by shame
\qquad   and depression
\qquad   and your courage is torn from you
\qquad   by laughing judges wearing ragged robes
But don't let them take your dignity
\qquad   I know you're no ghoul
\qquad   just a shattered human
\qquad   who desires nothing more
\qquad   than to die peacefully
\qquad   holding the hand of a friend.

\author{J.D. Frazer}{ 481@mindlink.bc.ca}

\title{Afternoon in the Library}

You sketch tornadoes
in pen on the blank paper
and sweep me away.

\author{John David Blake}{jdblake@csd4.csd.uwm.edu}

\title{There is}

A lilac sprouts
from a green bottle
of beer.
\medskip

When it disappears,
green stars appear
on the ceiling.
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nothing else.

\author{Alex L. Karan}{alk4@ellis.uchicago.edu}

\title{Seaside Games}

Some times the repetitive mechanical tasks

\hskip 0.971in repetitive mechanical tasks
are the easiest
take your sheet and fold then turn then fold
then score then turn the fold
and see I have a small boat a rowboat with no sail
nor oars
and launch it like the others
seek some fortune on the waters
sun rains shadows but my telescope
\halign{\qquad#\hfil&\qquad#\hfil\cr
is polarised and i don't look at the  &  sun\cr
my boats will all come back with      &  saffron\cr
to rub in my hair and in my skin and  &  sandalwood\cr
to scent my bitten nails and          &  silver twine\cr}
to bind my feet
bare legs on honeysmooth sand and set another
boat and wish godspeed
the sun behind no longer blinds and there
a thin white line of boats
rocks gently out of sight
wind tugs but
there is no chill here smiles the sun
and take another sheet
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one slow boat comes rocking home
and one and one and one and one
the sea so full of oil that even
my own model boats
come back my ships come in
a thin black line
i pour it over bare hands bare legs and rub it in
now i drip slow and hot and black and touch
my eyes but they have all turned black
the rich dark liquid
slick and damp in the sticky sun
tossing back the slick black beautiful
hair and dress onto the strand
pickup a small red starfish to make it prettier
but mutely beauty cries
and slides away to find a shadow of its own
curl-up-and-dye
now i am beautiful and all my ships have come in
but all i want
to be prettier still not. (crumpled
the last unused sheet). frustration
while the last rays of the sunset's reach
a passage through reversed cool glass
working last hot red clean beautiful magic
to tidy up the beach

\author{Joanna Hart}{jhart@ee.ic.ac.uk} 

\title {How can you \dots}

how can you measure the sky
with ribbons of sea grass
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how can you fill the oceans
in a wine glass
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how can you paint the rivers
with pale green daffodils
\medskip

how can you sleep
on a bed of thistles
\medskip

how can you light the night
with one firefly
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how can you love

\author{Zita Marie Evensen}{bu016@cleveland.Freenet.edu} 

\title {Synergistic Scintillation}

sin urges tick
tock click clatter
rattle our bones
\medskip

we sin 'til late
shun moderation
into the evening
crossing our zones

\author{Kerry Shetline}{shetline@bbn.com} 

\title{Revelation}

It seems the master
chose the wrong colors:
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twenty years after
the brush left the canvas,
so did the paint.
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Yet in this loss
something revealed:
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where every image pealed
we find
first was the word.
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Where was a leaf,
in ink is written "leaf"
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where was a face
a name
of one no longer known,
\medskip

each canvas teeming
with words at odd angles
(and this may sell again!)
\medskip

except
where was the signature
\medskip

is nothing.

\author{Alex L. Karan}{alk4@ellis.uchicago.edu}


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Sand River Journal is a \TeX\ document posted roughly
each month.  I shall post the \TeX\ file as well as
the PostScript file for this document.  It is based on
writing gleaned from the newsgroup rec.arts.poems.  As
such, the file you post is converted directly, without
correction, into the file that appears above.  All
attempts are made to maintain the intended format.  I
am not sure what to do about copyrighted poems; for
now I am not including them.  
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Due to the difficult nature of
\TeX\ typesetting, my editing has for this first issue
been biased towards poems without much horizontal
structure.  I'll get better.  Forgive me for all of my
present sins.  
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The content is determined by the editor late
at night, usually after a few beers.  Please email or
post your criticism and/or contributions!  
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\hskip 3in --- The Editor
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