November 29, 1989
God knows
that I'm not perfect,
he crooked my spine
squeezed my feet
and spit on my
womanly wiles.
He made movie seats
a curse,
froze my toes.
Insecurity
Lack of self-worth
Cosmic pity trips
Helpless
Spoiled rotten
and selfish.
God knows I'm
not perfect.
Why don't you?
Georgia Goff
The Slipper
At times you can close your eyes
to reality.
But one cannot shut their eyes to
memories.
Memories linger on...
In the morning
the sun greets me with such
brilliance
as you did once
with your smile.
Throughout the day,
the radio sings sweetly of
what was once,
it is your voice I hear.
At night,
the darkness envelopes me
as you did once
before the Fall.
So, if it seems as if
I've nagged like an ugly
stepsister.
Forgive me.
Your compassion and sweetness
have made me feel
Like Cinderella at the ball.
Thank you for the slipper.
Michelle Rogers
? ? ?
A labyrinth
of paths
To each there is noend —
Whispers..s..s..s
in the distance
That one can't comprehend.
Arms
that have no body
Tug the Atman
to its denuse...
Clown
at the end of the triangular
spiral
Laughs silently into your eyes.
Wa
te
rf
all
in the distance
Seduces you to come near
To
into the D
H
We drove very fast.
I worried the whole way.
for the motorcycle.
There was a pile of wasps
in the comer of the screened-in porch.
They were just dead shells.
The key slid
into the new lock,
put coca-colas in the freezer
to get real cold.
There are the iceream
sandwiches.
Two years old.
and Joe ate one
last summer.
The hammock was usable
and we swung
looking at the trees
and 1 complained
because they were leafless,
and we argued
over whether his tennis shoes
were green or gray?
On the way back
1 watched
and smiled
because the wind
got in his skinny clothes
-made him fat.
Georgia Goff
Of your dream's most hidden
fear!
The alarm clock goes off.
What is It
Do we really know
-or
is it we'd like to believe
Do we trust ancient Greeks
(it is a god)
-or-
Socrates
(it is a median between
what we possess and that
which we desire)
NOT!
It is in fact undescribably
delicious
Wonderful while it lasts
But
certain emptiness when
absent
( for it was only Illusion
This is forever!
I love you
Brenda S. Krueger
Michelle Rogers