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lEbitor: Eatlfg manning
Inatnpaa manager: ®tngpr Ndll
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pro0p lEittnr: ICag Strna
Art lEittnr: ®n&tr Irnnka
3Parnltg A^intanrH: Samra M. inrtian
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HAIKU; THE SEASONS
Winter
The crow smirk* at me
in raw, cawing confidence:
The branch will not break.
Summer
Soft around the cloud
the sun affirms her presence;
Champion of light.
Autumn
Behind colored leaves
a chipmunk peers into day,
wonting to live twice.
Spring
Sweet spring, do you need
a million year* of peace
to forgive the world?
—Kathy Manning
—Christina Spence
an ATTEMPT AT DEFINING SEU=
all edges
brittle wisp
negation of
abject oskew
center
In thU
(not unpreceden
ted)
I
rrot
I
ona
I
night
WOMAN AFRAID
fraudulently bedecked in her finest golden gown
she takes tiny tender steps
because she is afraid
of
the swish, swish, swish
of her satin sensuality
and fortified
by the candled courage of lipstick
she allows herself
the candy-colored, harlot heroine
to be whisked away
into the ever-ever land
of
male chauvinism
—Kathy Manning
—Carol Watson