Geometry and a Letter
A poem by Laura McKee
1.
The silver bowl walked to work this morning.
Along the way, many were so captivated by the silver
bowl,
they could not help but exclaim, 'There goes the
silver bowl.'
You have a remarkable bowl.
2.
The hula hoop rolls down the street without origin
like the inscrutable word that appears occasionally in
a dream,
printed on the page, recognizable and undecipherable.
All those years
wasted
on penmanship. What use the 'W'?
3.
Dearest A., I write to you, B., from exile.
See another end to a burning day at the end
of my hand. The dirigible steers madly for the
horizon.
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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