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Spring 2002, Volume 3, Number 1
 
stories & poems
After the Ashes
A Visit
Because
Carving
Clothing of the Dead
Cry of the Slave
Dreams
Her Face Was Glowing
Ian Speaks
In the Hall of Waiting
I Pledge Allegiance
LA Sunset
Monthly Monday Lunacy
My boss asks me if I know what Stevia is
My Ma is My MaPa
Myself
Passion Redefined
Poets
Silence and Fingernails
Symphony
The Black Wolf
Toast
Trust
Untitled
Untitled 2
Years of Wear
You and I
MONTHLY MONDAY LUNACY Flack

Caron C Tate

I want to meet my love
when the moon's full
Pregnant with possibility
and hope.

I want to touch him
while I feel her pull,
While I am rapt inside
her pearly rope.

I want to dance with her
And waltz with him
The three of us dressed in
Each other's light.

And glow together, I and
Me and
Them

Becoming stars to
Trip fantastic night.

I want her lunacy
to shine us on

Enlightening our
Monthly Madcap Tryst

And keep us just ahead
of stealthy Dawn,
Who tries to rip our
Shroud of Secret Myst.

I want us snug inside
her milkwhite gloves
Laughing like loons
or laughter-silvered doves.

And while we lie below
she'll shine above
And lay me down,
a lunatic of love.

 

 

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