womens poetry for a change
issue # 59
fall 2003
page six...
my time of life temi rose i remember learning to read vividly i remember cold insanity i remember falling in dreams widening down deeper into endless dark running from a witch which witch was she? the witch in me or the witch in you? when did i turn and face her, me, you? she shared the world with me while i stood paralyzed on the edge, watching she had sublime skills i seem to lack she has immersion in the actual she can believe in the real and now theyre dead exhausted. drowned erotically - not exotically - on the battlefields of life not with guns, tear gas or missiles - extravagantly, dramatically poetically, pointed and poignant, savage, robust, heart-felt they died of love competition w/o compassion is a prolonged armageddon an empty, hopeless expanse through which we each crash into each destroying everything touched or felt opposites are merely coordinates disparate meanings strong in their separation except in love where love loves its opposite and merges into something new |
metaphysics rochelle hope mehr I dont know anything about quality or worth. About the weightiness of a stream of thought What is the poundage required to weigh down the trawl? To secure certainty? To damn infinity? To flood the gates? What does it take? I threw a pebble into the stream the waters parted the piranha cut into my dream Whose flesh are they devouring? Who oars this trireme? |
after-image eamer okeefe perhaps youll always be there in the picture watching me from behind the wall outside the frame, tossing my love like a rubber ball out of my reach if I stretch out my and, y ou still burn me up but youre clearer than any photograph watching me from behind that wall as I search for you in each negative face. |
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its rochelle hope mehr its some biochemical calculus Im stuck with some squamous stoichiometry embedded in my brain this minerological colossus I pay obeissance to each day its there, lodged sinisterly somewhere I cant see inaccessible incalculable incandescent free |