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Rumi writes: “Let the sky open under your feet. Take the cotton out of your ears, the cotton of consolations, so you can hear the sphere-music. Push the hair out of your eyes. Blow the phlegm from your nose, and from your brain. Let the wind breeze through. Accept your new good luck.” Peace, Franci

Winter

I crave the comfort of winter
pull my knees up to my chest
scratch the itch of my wool socks
and wait for the kettle to sing

ElizabethAnne Beaugard

8/13/02

Goodbye, my love.
You are made of too much stardust
For us to be together in this day to day.
But I will see you in the dream field.
There we shall meet.
And our souls will intertwine once again.

Linda Marie Woznicki

an hour before

sept 11 2001

early morning
not a cloud in
the sky

squirrels hop
from branch
to branch

twigs snap
frost crawls
just above the
roots

billie holiday said
“blues is kind of a
mixed up thing—
you just gotta
feel it”

—autumn approaches

normal

Purpose

as I try
to penetrate

the inscrutable
diamond of
morning,

the wind dis-
attaches two

yellow leaves

from that tree

forever

Christina Starobin

What price hope?

Fear in the eyes.

Can’t bear it.

Too much pain
seems to drain
the stardust
from my soul.

Gotta see love.

Gotta do love.

Period.

W.C.