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| "Tracings" by Sandy Beach "The Seer on the Wooden Pillar" by Paul Belz "The World Made from Cacophany" by Paul Belz "Unrequited" by John Birkbeck "Silence" by Curtis Church "In Paradise" by Rosemarie Crisafi "Just a Walk in the Park" by F. Anthony D'Alessandro "Columbus Circle Crooner" by F. Anthony D'Alessandro "Lobster Duck" by F. Anthony D'Alessandro "Sloppy Hair in Sunset Years" by F. Anthony D'Alessandro "Logarithms" by Tony D'Arpino "Lila" by Adriana DiGennaro "A Year of Mourning" by Ruth Dombrow "Conversations with a Naked Ascetic" by Alison Eastley "The Book of Scorpio" by Alison Eastley "Cloud Formations" by Rich Ives "Infancy" by Edith Kur "Hunt, 1831" by Joanne Lowery "Cold Turkey" by Joanne Lowery "Clark Gable as Muse" by Joanne Lowery "Accident in 16 Parts" by Joanne Lowery "Little Pears" by Joanne Lowery "After We Bought a Computer in 1996" by Shawn McLain "Seven Blind Men and the Elephant" by Ram Mehta "What I Want" by Corey Mesler "Stagnation" by Samia Ouederni "On The Walls:" by Marissa Ranello "Urban Cycle" by Marissa Ranello "Midnight Shift" by Cortny Riblett "Thief" by Cortny Riblett "When the Beach is Mine Alone" by Harding Stedler "Enter Stage Left" by Harding Stedler "Superman and Darlene Smith" by Deborah Stinson "Per-millennial Skyline" by Elizabeth Kate Switaj "Under the Umbrella" by Sara Toruno |
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| The Seer on the Wooden Pillar |
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| Its rat-a -tat called five neighbors to stop
And seek it on the affluent street With its cactus gardens, its sycamores And its douglas iris beds. The call tumbled Among the stucco homes and echoed Through alleys. The sound flowed out in circles, like ripples where a Forester's tern plunged for a fish, or where a water strider jerked and skated along a pond's skin. It gave a message of hunger mystery and need to listeners with no lack of food, shelter or indifference in the urban heat one month before spring. But this sound stung them, and the five sought The little pounder. There! It clung To a telephone pole, just up the block From the fish taco place and the sports bar With all those cigarettes. It pounded The dry wood with its beak. Rat-a-tat Again, and once more from a bird Wrapped in shadows. The five neighbors Gazed at the percussionist , then turned And walked their own ways. They broke The slight unity they'd held and returned To their own repeated thoughts. Still, The woodpecker pounded. Alone on that pole it hunted for food, and offered free rhythm to ears that turned deaf. |
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