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by Elizabeth A. Olejnyik
Quiet
in my Seattle kitchen
Noon sunlight
Two bruised oranges
A tan vase with vines curling about its lip,
holds a delphinium bouquet
Spent blossoms drop
one by one
into a blue pool
upon the woven, green-checked table cloth
Disturbed still-life.
The young man sits
by the table,
framed
by the broken,
opaque window
in parchment filtered light.
Six foot body bent,
damp hair curls,
frayed white t-shirt
exposes his neck
Rumpled khaki shorts
make a lap for clenched fists
His tears drop
one by one
like first rain on dry mud.
Wet November evening in Budapest:
Steamed cafe windows line Molnar Ute.
Rivulets of water in Trolly Tracks
wash over soot encrusted brick streets
Toward Pest Food Hall.
Bridge lamps reflect on the Danube River.
Hungarian National Gallery.
Mihaly Munkacsy paintings hang
in cold cavernous halls.
Silence,
only a guard in a gray lab coat
moves among soft brown landscapes,
grey toned scenes,
screams of dramatic white.
"The Last Day of a condemned Man."
A cell in shadowed background
A shaft of light
illuminates the prisoner's peasant shirt
and thrown a bible.
Clenched fists rest upon the table,
head bowed,
eyes closed.
Did his tears drop
one by one
upon the white table cloth?
by Elizabeth A. Olejnyik
A diluted indigo light
remains from nighttime
and lingers in the house and garden.
Awake I sit and wait
until quiet seeps into the bowl of my being.
Peace-filled, my day begins.
______________________________________________
by Rose Tolstoy
iF YOU See a BAT
wearing A HAT FLYIng iN the MOON Light
Then RATS would SqueeK
AnD DOGS PoOing on logS
______________________________________________
by Robert Slattery
so?
do we begin here?
or begin again?
tracks followed
on the rise to wonder
safely continue
to spill
again and again
into wonder-firmament
and in this
goes the stuff
of all past
and?
so now?
misted in
adult stupid shit
the beginning
fades dimly
and fall
shades itself
in the getting away
of its own
subtuberent sea gulls
(but they have a thing)
moving thru their life
and along the way
don't care
-learn from them
yes
acorn simplicity
was here
changing places
with the
new days
ago walkin'
out of warm house
walkin' thru
cool reaindrizzle
down down
the rising path
so long ago
november 2001
edited august 2004
In Search of In Search of the Champagne Life
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Letters to the Editor: click for full list
Founder's Page Greeting
Passion Forum Massaging Away One's Boundaries
Arts & Sciences Terroir
Feature America Is Bubbling Up In Many New Places
Interview: Interview With The Russell Brothers
Feature: America Is Bubbling Up In Many New Places full story...
HelloGoodbye Luciano & Brown
Sparkling Wine Review Mark reviews sparkling wines "from off the beaten track"
Fiction Fate-The Tree, the Rope, & Le Provacateur Extraordinaire by Fredrik Bergström
Drinker's Poetry Olejyink, Tolstoy, & Slattery
The Marcia Reed Virtual Gallery Expressionistic Landscapes by Marcia Reed
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