Issue#2: Jan - Mar 2003

Such ropes we've held we'll live to see things happen,


faces ably spied, daylight across



the gardens that are there, complete sentences and tricks


of mirrors and forgetting all but those that proved them so,



the day the sparrows fell one by one and not for us we mourned


each meaning lost, the failure



to produce the O sound, the failure to apostrophize properly


or even bend, pick them up with hands that don't expect--



all of us defenseless and unspent, loved yet not cut out for murder,


know we will be adjudged in the place of ruins, know



in the frame of a door you or I could've stood as one of the clarities,


but the mouth of it appeared and no word broke past it.