Reflections on Writing
A poem by Jann Burner
There is something to the concept of paperness,
That somehow just demands to be either read--or
written.
After all, what is a tree, if not a slow poem?
*
There is something thrilling and somewhat pornographic
In imagining someone, in isolation, picking up
The remains of a long dead tree and examining
The stains contained thereon for
Some sign of my mental spoor…
*
Poetry is not unlike getting a hard-on.
I have no idea where it comes from and likewise I am
baffled
As to where it goes!
Its presence though, is graciously appreciated,
hopefully anticipated
And with luck, shared.
Fall 2006 Poetry:
READING HOPKINS IN PALOS VERDES
by Andrew Demcak
REFLECTIONS ON WRITING by Jann
Burner
THEY BUILT A WALL AROUND THE OCEAN
by Lily Bower
VISITING CAVE CREEK by Nicholas
Messenger
PUBLISHER'S NOTE and ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
by Benjamin Bucholz
THERE IT IS by Hannah Price
GEOMETRY AND A LETTER by Laura
McKee
SENEGALESE GROVE by Holly Day
AFRICA by Kathryn Wagner
DEFINITION OF A TREE by Christine
Hamm
AFTER MY NAME IS SPOKEN by Meridith
Gresher
SHAPES IN THE AIR by Carolyn
Syrgley-Moore
NEITHER FISSION NOR FUSION by Ed
Tato
CLEAVINGS by Hank Kalet
A PILGRIM'S PROGRESS by KC Wilder
WHAT YOU WOULD CALL A LOOSE GHAZAL, I
REGARD AS
ANOTHER SMALL, BUT NECESSARY, STEP TOWARD RECOVERY by James
R. Whitley
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