There It Is
A poem by Hannah Price
There’s a window at the far end of your room,
You opened the blind,
Quite naked,
We laughed.
I made you bring music, and said you were boring,
Made you light up the room.
You smiled at me from above and I cried.
I tried not to let you see.
I made faces, you laughed, so you did.
Something was changing.
Across an office of silence and secrets,
Of corner gossip and kitchen lust
Tenuous tea breaks
And frightening pretence
We conduct
What can only be called
An affair.
Across a country and much too far north
In pubs with tatties and neeps
G and T
With your mother
I find there’s another
Affair to be had
Altogether.
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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