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Waterways: Poetry in The Mainstream Vol 22 No 4
Waterways: Poetry in The Mainstream Vol 22 No 4
Waterways: Poetry in The Mainstream Vol 22 No 4
April
Waterways: Poetry in the Mainstream
April 2001
c o n t e n t s
James Penha 4-6 Bill Roberts 22-25
Will Inman 7-9 Lyn Lifshin 26
Joy Hewitt Mann 10-11 Kit Knight 27-30
Geoff Stevens 12 Albert Huffstickler 31-32
Sylvia Manning 13-16
cover photograph by B. Fisher
Paula Alida Roy 17-20
frontispiece Settei Hasegawa
Terry Thomas 21 (1819-1882)
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School Crossing - James Penha
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fall to the ground
as he spins to berate
the little freckled girl whose nerves
charge her brass-armored briefcase
pendulously
fore and after enemies.
Someone has stepped on his glasses!
She laughs at blond tears,
but comes to cry contrapuntally
when told by a toothless mouth from somewhere inside the bus
that the cross-eyed fellow,
one with a splotch on his shirt,
has drawn a beagle brightly in yellow
highlighter on her briefcase.
Screams and weeps!
scabbed knees
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and dry elbows,
runny noses,
no reposes!
when all day foreheads knot with sums
that will face times and divisions,
x and y (or perhaps 2x),
imaginary numbers and geometries, plane
and solid!
In the rear-view mirror I part my hair
now, know limits and probabilities,
but would not fly back with Peter Pan
had I to learn all those vectors and angles again.
I drive on
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heavy swelter - will inman
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hymn of untouchables - will inman
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lift up these eyes, raise high these broken hands,
not begging, no! affirming sacred presence here
every child begot unique, god willing minds
walking waters of impossibles steep fear
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Dancing to the Radio - Joy Hewitt Mann
Father
I can still see your army boots, "spit-
polished" you liked to say, and my own patent-leathers
black and shiny as a cat's eye, balanced
zig-zag to your dancing feet
one-two
one-two
around the kitchen table
dodging mother as she cleared the dishes.
Your hands held my wrists gently, lifting me tip-toes
as A String of Pearls caught us both.
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I saw you turn and wink, and when you reached one hand
to pat her in retreat
I almost fell.
I can still see your smile
and hers.
I have never quite regained my balance.
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Laughter - Geoff Stevens
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East Texas Back-door Fugue - Sylvia Manning
Malakoff, 2/96
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He Played for Jack - Sylvia Manning
saxophone in dark
parc des enfants
July, 1998
Québec
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A Fall Through Ice - Paula Alida Roy
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However it was, the boots slipped in,
but the wings angled to catch the dock
and his soggy bottom came to rest
on slushy ice at the edge of sullen water.
so he was plucked up cold and shaken,
his bright blood slow while ours beat fast.
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One Year - Paula Alida Ray
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You wear neither mask nor halo,
just the badges of one year's survival:
tiny scars, an appetite for more,
a tentative string of vowels and consonants,
and now and then other faces.
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A Fear of White Falling - Terry Thomas
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Memorial - Bill Roberts
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Of man's hatred for fellow man.
The children's laughter and innocent play
On the barge ride over to the sunken warship
Make me reflect: we've come
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Little Chocolate Lips - Bill Roberts
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Then, soon enough, you'll advance to an age
When your lips will tell quite another tale,
Your mouth crinkled and again smeared with the
Sweet chocolate of youth, quivering, perhaps
Questioning a forgotten endearment,
Eating a bonbon or an ice cream cone,
Again making a display of yourself.
Don't grow up too fast, Little Chocolate Lips.
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Leaving Blues - Lyn Lifshin
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this country; Margaret knew children and babies were
the angels couldn't help her scared, hungry and
because they'd all gone homeless. Margaret baked
away. Ten years later, bread and bought a dairy.
a yellow fever epidemic She gave free milk and
killed 10,000 people loaves to the destitute
including Margaret's husband and the sick. Margaret also
and baby. There were hundreds built three more orphanages
of widows and orphans. Using and a chapel. She spoke with
savings from her job as fighting courage, passionate
a washer woman, Margaret built conviction and from a heart
the first orphanage in that was breaking. In stone,
New Orleans. Ten years later, she's seated, smiling, embracing
fever — again — devastated a child and the raised letters
the city and over 11,000 read — simply — MARGARET.
people died. Everywhere,
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The German Orphan, 1869 - Kit Knight
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Quantrill didn't burn became widows that day. I
the house. I was 12 was forced to pour
when Quantrill's Raiders drinks; homes and businesses
invaded Lawrence. I watched were in flames. Two
— my heart in my eyes — Raiders on horses chased
as dozens of men were a stranger on foot; the man
shot, gutted and scalped. was about to die. Running,
The hot Kansas sun shone I screamed, "Please
over the riddled body don't kill him; he is mine!
of a kind saloon keeper. I'm an orphan and he is
The Raiders had attacked my only brother!" Throbbing,
other towns during the town rebuilt. It's been
The Civil War; we expected six years since that
no mercy. Quantrill snarled, remarkable introduction,
"This town is full of and tomorrow
living dead men." Eighty wives we're getting married.
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The Passion - Albert Huffstickler
Debra, at work,
showing me red maple leaves:
they vibrated
in the palm of her hand
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which is why Red maple leaves
certain peak experiences in a small brown hand
are shot with unbearable pain.
We learn to live sparingly, before you were born
always alert for the sudden jolt, before you were ever born
the crucifixion of the red maple leaf. before your first
It's not death we fear: (and only)
it's the shock of transition. memory.
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