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		\title{Matin}

	Later, in the chill of morning, you lie
	silent, still, as if sculpted from ivory.
	I look in your eyes and I am lost, lost ---
	that is sufficient bribery, and enough 
	reward;  my soul would cost you nothing more.
\medskip
\medskip
	I will keep this memory, like a scar.
	Out the window, the trembling rays of the sun 
	gather strength to bully the fading stars.
	Over the river, the full moon dances;
	it dances, spins, and sinks behind the trees.


		\author{Edward Gaillard}{ gaillard@panix.com}



		\title{wind-poem}
		
	on leaves of silk
	i wrote poem-prayers
	and strung them to the wind
	like butterflies
	a few drifted on apricot flowers
	in shangri-la ... perhaps
	a few found their way home
	to  you


		\author{zita maria evensen}{ ac869@freenet.hsc.colorado.edu}



		\title{Rilke Drunk, in a Cafe with Rodin, 1902}

	He sees: not the throbbing flicker of the room
	nor even the particular radiance of angels,
	but the sculptor's carved Mosaic face
	undulating before him, dissolving in candle flame,
	rippled like the black cat's muscles
	he watched that afternoon
	in the Jardin Des Plantes.
	He can see through the artifice of shaping
	to find the darkness at their hearts.
	

		\author{Kenneth Wolman}{ woldoc@woldoc.jvnc.net }



		\title{I remember her}
 
	I remember her as a young woman in white hair
	and a flashing heart like no traffic
	light and lucid
	going down
	for the third time.

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



		\title{d is for down and out}

	we sleep
	a lot of children
	in our facility.
	\medskip 
	we sleep
	your children,
	dallas.
		\medskip 
	we sleep
	your unkempt
	children.
		\medskip 
	say hello.  say hello
	to calcutta,
	big d dallas.
		
		 
		\author{Marek Wojciech Lugowski}{ lugowski@aristotle.ils.nwu.edu}



		\title{sneak attack}

	the night was
	nice, a movie and too much
	to eat
	we got home and
	it was late enough already
	and we went to bed
\medskip
	only you couldn't get
	to sleep, there was this
	funny pain
	in your shoulder and it
	was nothing but it was
	something
\medskip
	so we called the doctor
	early saturday morning
	and he was asleep so maybe
	tums would do, or an aspirin
\medskip
	but it didn't so we called
	back and just to be on the
	safe side, let's go to the
	hospital and see, you know?
\medskip
	and it was
	early saturday morning
	and we were tired but we were
	worried too so we went
\medskip
	they took you inside and
	I filled out the papers
\medskip
	and after the xray and the ekg
	they let me in and you were
	pale in the paper gown but
	smiling a little
	and the docs and nurses said
	it was something
	about your heart
\medskip
	but they weren't sure what
	so they gave you steroids
	because thats what you do
	when it's something
	about your heart
\medskip
	and about three
	minutes later everything
	went crazy
	and you were thrashing and
	yelling and the doctors were
	giving quick orders and the
	nurses were holding you and
	the monitor was beeping
	and there was no room to
	get close
\medskip
	so I stood back
	and cried
\medskip
	well, you made your point
	I love you, all right
	now cut this out and
	let's go home
\medskip
	together


		\author{Alan Schlutsmeyer}{ alan@sentinel.jpl.nasa.gov}



		\title{Clarity}

	I see now
	that your immobility is a knife aimed at my heart
	your nonchalance a roving gun
	your dispassionate stance a seeping poison.
\medskip
	My love you are a band of assassins
	disguised as a man.


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



		\title{First Snow}

	And then one day you wake to find
	the world is white;
	the blemishes are bleached,
	the rough edges chipped away,
	leaving an alabaster harmony behind.
\medskip
	Despite yourself your thoughts turn
	to cause and effect, to creation.
	Enough! It is time to leave.
	You open the door and flinch:
	it is cold outside.


		\author{Arif Dalvi}{ dalviai@ucbeh.san.uc.edu}



		\title{Reliquary}

	Carry me in a charm
	about your neck, a 
	strand of hair, a
	tooth, a spot of dust.
\medskip
	Toss me in a
	cerebral ocean, to
	wallow a few 
	decades longer.
\medskip
	Carve me in granite,
	pink and enduring,
	and plant me in
	a garden with
	daffodils and mud. 
\medskip
	Catch me in dye 
	and silver specks,
	and keep me in
	a frame upon the
	window sill.
\medskip
	Scan me into one 
	hundred thousand sintered 
	dots, and store me on
	magnetic film. 
\medskip
	Do this in 
	remembrance of me.


		\author{Karen Tellefsen}{ kt1@cc.bellcore.com}



		\title{meaning that I should}

	the only Carmen I have known
	is the shadow in my desire
	\medskip	
	to hold and to be held 
	to behold
\medskip
\medskip
	the life
	 \quad long eyes in shroud black hair
	draped skin \qquad  sharded bone
	obscuring
	  \quad sight inscripted \qquad   lines unsung
\medskip
	we meet: to talk   
	anticipate
       one chapter sent
    	one seraphim
	  \quad as night caresses \qquad   candles wane
\medskip
	anew \qquad  in moonlit tress
	again I found this precious language
	  \quad \quad words and murmurs
	 \quad seeking lips \qquad    sweet nectar
       singing praises \quad  alleluias
\medskip
	one note not taken \quad  recompensed
	in Carmen's song of lies \quad confessed


		\author{John Adam Kaune}{ jkaune@trentu.ca}



		\title{Consequential Star}

	Is the gift of light any less itself 
	for its coming from afar?
	Look around and span the sky at night
	who can say a star's no consequence:
	oh star, where did you come from,
	and star, only you, as star, can tell
	of original creation and why we are
	entrained within this universal amber night...
	And what came before, and what's outside?
	Only a star might know (if any know at all)
	and for that, and for its gift of light
	(no less a gift for its have come from far!)
	

		\author{R. Bloom}{ rbloom@netcom.com}



		\title{Isabelle Brasseur}

	the white shadow of her father
	dances in this requiem
	she drops from the throw
	on a sharp edge scribing 
	an arc that eases her deep recoil
\medskip\medskip
\medskip\medskip
	l'ombre blanc de son p\`ere
	danse dans ce requiem
	elle tombe du lancement
	sur une vive ar\`ete tout en gravant 
	un arc qui att\'enue sa d\'etente profonde 


		\author{E. Russell Smith}{ ab297@freenet.carleton.ca}



		\title{Washington Square Park}
 
	And so here we are
	sitting on a park bench,
	watching a soot covered squirrel
	climb a dead tree.
\medskip 
	You're acting paranoid
	about being downtown
	and I'm kicking myself
	for bringing you here.
\medskip 
	I keep making the same mistake
	over and over again,
	as if programmed
	into some compulsive loop.
\medskip 
	The odds are against us, Maria.
	You've come with too much baggage, anyway.
	Your kid's afraid of carrousels
	and your husband's got a gun.

 
		\author{Virgil Hervey}{ virgo@panix.com}



		\title{Birth-Pains}
		\smtitle{(to D.J.E.)}

\bigskip
	Don't you know that you are
	as a child to me?
	When I scold you with
	the sharpness of labor pains,
	my hard-edged caresses
	folding over your fears upon these sheets,
	canceling daylight with the
	thought of dark warmth--
	I am pleading inside:
	I am the first-time mother
	who tries too hard to flood your life,
	to draw you into my skin each night
	and flush you out anew each dawn.
	Soft, you are soft,
	floating away from me through time.
	I ought to be the Amazon queen who
	eats her young; then I could
	keep you inside me,
	rolling you 'round the back of my mouth
	slowly, like a thought.
	I burn red-hot to see you
	draw close to another,
	one who will not lose you in her darkness.
	But I know darkness created the light
	before you and I gave birth to one another,
	and darkness will again swallow us.
	Although your after-birth rots in my memory still,
	I will carry you in dreams--
	through wars and adolescence,
	and your marriage to another.
	I was born to bear this sorrow,
	and I will continue to pain every year;
	as long as it takes your place,
	as long as this mother of a dead son still loves inside.

\bigskip
	
		\author{Sylvia Chong}{ schong1@cc.swarthmore.edu}



		\title{4}

\bigskip
	   \qquad Four four for? just for
	the beat is the beat is the beat is a beast
	 \quad the beat is a beast that wants to breed
	it lives in your body and moves your feet
	   \qquad four four for? just for
	the nature of rhythm is to mate
	 \quad to fraternise and integrate
	a lustful eye on the neighbours' cousins
	   \qquad four four for? just for
	the rhumba shall lie with the acid jazz
	 \quad and the zouk with techno, merengue
	and the children shall be brown and lovely
	   \qquad four four for? just for
	purity pedigree forro martillo
	 \quad reggae takada and irish reels
	the blues had a baby by everyman's culture
	   \qquad four four for? just for
	the avant-garde is a planned mutation
	 \quad saving the gene pool from stagnation
	we love and hate the stranger babies
	   \qquad four four for? just for
	batucada ceilidh rave
	 \quad to lock your body into time
	your heart your brain and genitals
	   \qquad four four for? just for
	becoming, creating a generation
	 \quad the children shall be brown and lovely
	rich and healthy, randy, fertile
	   \qquad four four for? just for
	the children shall be brown and lovely
	 \quad rich and healthy, randy, fertile
	dump you for a younger model
	   \qquad four four for? just for
	the beat will dump your generation
	 \quad take up with your sons and daughters
	blind them to your waving finger
	   \qquad four four for? just for
	the beat is a beast that wants to breed
	 \quad infecting with the gift of lust
	it reinvents the wheel of life
	   \qquad four four for? just for

\bigskip

		\author{Michael J Norris}{ michaeln@cs.uq.oz.au }



		\title{Rafting}

	(When I thought I lived alone, in air)
	I saw, mostly reflections. I learned,
	I learned at length
	To slow that frequency of shimmering
	and speed it up again at will.
\medskip
	Useful, that. Submerged now,
	I see Sirens high, and 
	M! M's still spinning
	Priceless threads, pale honey to
	Catch the glances, hair, smiles
\medskip
	I too will use. Because
	On ``low'' at last, humming,
	I float upwards, lost to gravity,
	Limbs dancing in light before
	The Buddha.


		\author{Marie D. Schneider}{ mds@utdallas.edu}



		\title{do you know the taste of a tangerine sunrise?}
			
	do you know the taste 
        of a tangerine sunrise over cairo
	or pepper-hot rice served on a ti leaf
    	on the brown river markets of bangkok
\medskip
	how would you know 
	five-spice days and saffron nights
        a hunger for the taste of bitter melons
        a passion for bird's nest and shark fins
        and  chocolate hugs and kisses
\medskip
	do you know the taste of viking fires
	taunting the midnight sun
	or the alpha rush of running barefoot
        at the edge of kilauea
\medskip
	i am  a splash of gauguin colors
        on rain-washed mornings
        i am a starry night van gogh
        woven with notes of the blues


		\author{zita maria evensen}{ ac869@freenet.hsc.colorado.edu}



		\title{machtlos}

	at The Only, night: Friday.
	pinball hammer stone
	blond spike hair smoke
	candle-lit ashtray
\medskip	
	she whispers to a friend
	``i don't care - fuckit,
	i'm living now -      .''
\medskip	
	the one be/inside her
	caught in frills \& chains
	speaking of long-worn leather
	copper \& brass - ornamental (h)air
\medskip	
	frostingravedglass
	illuminated tree below
\medskip	
	font of Avonlea, a doe's eyes -
	with a lips' quiver
	I know she is young

	
		\author{john adam kaune}{ jkaune@trentu.ca}



		\title{olive sweater olive garden i hate olives}

	oh scurvy flusterer.  oh if this is how it is supposed to be
	then i don't want it.  understand?
\medskip
	understood.  would biting my lip not saying a word...
	could.  we try.  again?
\medskip
	i am i am i am your disconcertina.  heave a sigh oh
	won't you sta-aye.  heave a sigh.  hang the wisp of a
	curtin across your eyes.  the top of your head feels
	so very
\medskip
	hot.  why did my ogling reduce you to white spots.
\medskip
	i promise to reform and act like a mature adult that i am
	not.  but.  you will have to help me.  please start wearing
	a black chadora to cover that stupid grin of yours that stu
	pid grin.  i find myself toxically fond of you without you
\medskip
	within.


		\author{Marek Lugowski}{ marek@casbah.acns.nwu.edu}



		\title{Celebration}
 
	They are brown
	like two coffee beans.
	I don't know why
	this surprises me, except
	mine are pink.
	I guess I just
	never thought about it.
	Your other things are also
	different shades of brown.
	Mine are pink,
	more or less.
\medskip 
	You are called ``yellow''.
	I have trouble
	grasping this.
	You even tell me so,
	``I ama yerrow.''
	and poking your finger
	into my chest,
	``You are a gwei-lo.''
	(white ghost)
	I lay my arm next to yours
	on the sun streaked pillow.
	Sure enough,
	I am a ghost.
\medskip 
	But for gender,
	I thought we were the same.
	We spend the afternoon
	celebrating the differences.
 
		\author{Virgil Hervey}{ virgo@panix.com}



		\title{girl}
	
	all I got
	was a first impression,
	my vision stained
\medskip
	the sharp and bitter details
	slowly eroded in time
	until now
	a softly curved image
	remains
	carved into my mind.


		\author{Luus}{ lucienk@wfw.wtb.tue.nl}



		\title{Reggae Melee}

	Eight of limbs atwine
	our sinews mon
	a coca bowl
	of rasta fazool.
\medskip
	Come didja know
	salvation mutters how
	tools for tyrants
	don't arch their backs
\medskip	
\qquad\qquad\qquad\qquad\qquad\qquad To blink.  The high
\qquad\qquad\qquad\qquad\qquad\qquad sun bounces, pick
\qquad\qquad\qquad\qquad\qquad\qquad up your things and
\qquad\qquad\qquad\qquad\qquad\qquad hide the bones.
\medskip
\qquad\qquad\qquad\qquad\qquad\qquad Ee I so dread
\qquad\qquad\qquad\qquad\qquad\qquad the {\it oso} dusk of my
\qquad\qquad\qquad\qquad\qquad\qquad head, aye so soon
\qquad\qquad\qquad\qquad\qquad\qquad after a wailin noon.


		\author{Seth Graham}{ sethg@utxvms.cc.utexas.edu}



		\title{sheets}
 
        i'm a sheet lost to the wind
                        \qquad\qquad\qquad\qquad\qquad as grandma would say 
                        \qquad\qquad\qquad\qquad\qquad when i didn't know what that meant
        blowing insideoutside around the yard
        loose from my line
\medskip 
        crumpled against the garage 
        my lord how the boy carries-on
        and look at him now, all tuckered-out
        up against the garage now,
                \qquad\qquad\qquad but like a sheet to the wind before
                \qquad\qquad\qquad how he carried-on
                \qquad\qquad\qquad you could say he done run out of air
       \medskip 
        keep that liquor from him, grandma would say
        if she were still around, that is
        she's off her line, in her own way
        lost to the wind, or the ground, you could say
        and me, i'm just enjoying the breeze


		\author{Chris Losinger}{ cdl0915@ritvax.isc.rit.edu}



		\title{seen}

	the confines of security.
	 \quad I saw essences.
	wave wanderers in airs above us.
	lamb shied from sun spun glade.
	He is Essene, Escher squared.
	dust-found books in shelves
	 \quad have bound me.
	Inside 
	avocado greenglass eye.
	tell us,
	cope alone above in star ---
	 \quad ob serve.


		\author{John Adam Kaune}{ jkaune@trentu.ca}



		\title{hawks}

	spongy beach
\medskip
	climbing down roots
	from steep hill above
\medskip
	forbidden lake
	muddy prints on chilled water
	merciless miracle ice
	island beckoning
\medskip
	hawks circle and swoon
\medskip
	too risky, he said
\medskip
	island beckons
	uttermost coolness
\medskip
	he isn't here
	not now:
	island beckons
	hawks circle and swoon
	cool zephyrs
\medskip
	eyes above
	eyes below
	ice between
\medskip
	no eyes to see
	noone to know
	cirrus dreams
\medskip
	abandoned beach
	alone with hawks


		\author{Barbara Taylor}{ bit00@cas.org}



		\title{Loving His Loves}

	Life is a house of cards. (I thought.) Blow,
	Holy wind,
	On Sappho's oaks ---  so his loves
	Imbricated me, all leafy smiles and glances.
\medskip
	Don't breathe! His
	Gravity inverting
	(Eddington)
	Made light of my insight.
\medskip
	Refractions then. Beaming
	Through water, a filigree,
	Gold threads through me shivered,
	Weaving on the sandy bottom. 
	White holes in Vermeer, Bonnard's unpainted patches,
	Left ``Spaces in your togetherness''...


		\author{Marie D. Schneider}{ mds@utdallas.edu}



		\title{You will know}
 
	You will know
	if it grows and grows
	if each shoot from the one
	calls forth a shoot from the other
	you will feel it
	a growing together
	a walking next to one another
	down a beach of infinite duration
	on a journey which seems of utmost importance
	though you sense it to have no end and no destination
	yet will it seem of crucial significance
	\medskip 
	you will know
	\medskip 
	and at some point on the journey
	mid-step
	you will turn your head slightly to the left
	and you will see the companion
	whom you have grown to love as your very self
	you will look
	and you will know.


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


 
		\title{Dream}

	Dried grass and three leaves adorn the lawn.
	Ruined temples to Gods long lost
	are strategically placed throughout the town.
	Ammo sings in the streets.
\medskip 
	Exiles are still an improvement.
	The burnings at twelve o'clock low have stopped.
	Under the sand, the grass, the growth so green
	it dazzles you.
\medskip 
	And you are alone... you've traveled here before.
	You know the path, well-worn, the road
	that goes to nowhere that you know of...
	the dream so strong the guilt now dim.
\medskip 
	Perhaps you'll return, in terms of commitments.
	Windy days seem lost without the magic of your words.
	The sounds pile up upon the scrapheap,
	I still try to touch the sky...
\medskip 
	My failing in your twilight your best hour your demise...
	my memories clash and run the steps that I would take for you...
	the only things I want to say.
	My words to tell you what it's like out there...
\medskip 
	Awaken at dawn for the light to come.
	You've known for a thousand years just what will pass...
	Compromise the truth scratch at the wall...
	Only pray that you can dream of home.


		\author{Jack Godsey}{ kane@online.oau.org}



		\title{the air is the essence}

	you want me to give you metaphors,
	parallels outlining you
\medskip
	so i tell you that you touch me
	like the glass filled mistral
	from deserted plains 
\medskip
	like that hurtful breath of life 
	that blinds, like
	the essence of you in the air
	is how much air you are to me
\medskip
	like the air is the essence


		\author{Luus}{ lucienk@wfw.wtb.tue.nl}



		\title{Reverie}

        Seasons roll along with their
	undying repetition:
\medskip\medskip
	Four years later,
	still I haven't changed.

		\author{Erik Asphaug}{ asphaug@lpl.arizona.edu}



		\title{deliverance}

	ambrosia \qquad   milk-filled sky I see
	half-moon glare atop the treeline
	severance of moon and sky
\medskip
\medskip
	what night is this
	that brings the shadow of stars
	to eyes of awe and contemplation?
\medskip
\medskip
	the leaves know not of change -
	for Autumn only
	does death infuse imagination
	leaving wind in colours, invitations
	to the chrysalid Winter
\medskip
	circle
	Spring
\medskip
	What transformation sees my eyes in passing?


		\author{john adam kaune}{ jkaune@trentu.ca}




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