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The King of the World Contemplates
by Michael Pacholski

Wednesday night in the beige world
a table
a chair
an apartment

one week later in the dream

and the yellow candle still burns
but the flame never spreads
beyond showing
dried jelly
banana peel
the TV remote
there is no wax
and the flame cannot be blown

My body arcs and curves and flies
slow
like a balloon slowly going flat

how is it that my arm is an arm

how slowly
the thought of nothing

progresses

Michael Pacholski is a certified nursing assistant,
who also holds a masters degree in creative writing.
His work has most recently appeared in Gin Bender Quarterly,
and the Comstock Review. Mr. Pacholski resides in Decatur, Illinois.

THE ORANGE EXPLODED IN MY HAND
by Ella Bat-Tsion

The orange exploded in my hand
my love was inside the orange
my love gave birth to a monster
the orange exploded in my hand

In the pastoral setting my orange bleeds
a pastoral heart covers the blood
blood crying out under a geranium
the geranium feeds on the bleeding heart

Evening exploded in a hand, this my hand, the fingers
unraveling

zigzag of darkness stitched by an unskilled hand filled with heat
the orange exploded in my hand the orange spits blood
evening crowded into an old tin can

the sea rests in my lap I stroke its head
sleep and be quiet the sea the sea















Translated from Hebrew
Translation: Lisa Katz
Also appeared on the Poetry Web International/Israel

Champlain, Branbury, The Lakes at Night
by Lyn Lifshin

always women in the
dark on porches talking
as if in blackness their
secrets would be safe.
Cigarettes glowed like
Indian paintbrush.
Water slapped the
deck. Night flowers
full of things with wings,
something you almost
feel like the fingers
of a boy moving, as if
by accident, under
sheer nylon and felt
in the dark movie house
as the chase gets louder,
there and not there,
something miscarried
that maybe never was.
The mothers whispered
about a knife, blood.
Then, they were laughing
the way you sail out of
a dark movie theater
into wild light as if no
thing that happened
happened

Lyn Lifshin's most recent prizewinning book,(Paterson poetry award) BEFORE IT'S LIGHT, was published winter 1999-2000 by Black Sparrow press, following their publication of COLD COMFORT in 1997. ANOTHER WOMAN WHO LOOKS LIKE ME will be published by Black Sparrow books published by David Godine in November 2003. (ORDER@GODINE.) Also, just published is A NEW FILM BY A WOMAN IN LOVE WITH THE DEAD, March Street Press. She has published more than 100 books of poetry, including MARILYN MONROE, BLUE TATTOO, won awards for her non fiction and edited 4 anthologies of women's writing including TANGLED VINES, ARIADNE'S THREAD, and LIPS UNSEALED. Her poems have appeared in most literary and poetry magazines and she is the subject of an award winning documentary film, LYN LIFSHIN: NOT MADE OF GLASS, available from Women Make Movies. Her poem, "No More Apologizing," has been called "among the most impressive documents of the women's poetry movement." An update to her Gale Research Projects Autobiographical series, "On The Outside, Lips, Blues, Blue Sheets" was published Spring 2003. She is working on a collection of poems about the famous, short lived beautiful race horse Ruffian, new chapbooks including GIRLS AND WOMEN and MAD GIRLS and a new collection called PERSEPHONE to be published by RED HEN PRESS. For interviews, photographs, more bio material, reviews, interviews, prose, samples of work and more, her web site is www.lynlifshin.com

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