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The Clarion Literary Supplement
Tuesday, May 1,1984
Photograph by Gig ii duPont
In the trees against the moon,
I wrestled with the shadows of my self;
stark silhouettes-charcoaled veins
Of my life’s tangled, branching directions.
The harsh contrasts of a monochrome soul
Bent against the dark negative of the sky
Portrayed the bare existence
Of a life of empty nights.
Charleston Flower Ladies
linkim;
People reach out
Sponninf! ihe space
between them.
!\'i)l so much to claim it
as to disclaim it
And then to fill it
fj'ith carinfi.
Patsy Gazaleh
Jim Evins
Jane Roberts
LOVE IS
Love is beautiful and magical
much like the whisper of a small wind,
the sun shining down upon the green grass,
the doves’ flights, and the blue jays’ songs.
Love is shared between two people
much in the same way as
when two hearts are tied together
and become one strong heart.
Love is a feeling to give someone special
that can never be replaced
or changed,
but is unlike any other feeling.
Genie Glover
THOSE DAYS!
I was born in a jungly hospital
To Methodist Mission^y pa?^ts
In the wild tropics of
I remember growing up
In the house by the river on stilts
With no electricity or plumbing!
Our car was a longboat ;
Our chauffeur was a native;
And the bathtub was the rive©^
We soon moved across the water
Into a modern home;
Only three stories, equipped with built-in
maid, gardener, and “call in” grocery service!
my two sisters and I attended Chinese Kindergarten
Where we were the only “pale faces” around.
But, boy could we speak Chinese just like the natives!
Those days are gone;
But the taste lingers on.
“Hello” to my friends back home!
Lisa Funk
CREEEEAK
Inner wisdom reaches
Up in silent offerings.
Crisp leaves, similarly different,
Feel smooth and alive
With the color of
Splinterless concepts
And then,
Another door opens
In the cabins of your mind
To discover fresh scents
Of a brand new book.
Jane Roberts