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What We Do All Day
A Poem by Matthew Savoca
i think about crop circles
and wander around the apartment
i keep walking into the room you are in
just to remind you that i'm alive
then i walk out again
what do you think are the little balls of light?
i want to know
if i focus all of my mental energy
or think really hard for a long time
about a particular crop circle shape
will it appear to me in a significant manner?
if i tell you how i feel right now
will you look at me and make some facial expression?
there are so many things that i don't understand
like where crop circles come from
or how a refrigerator is magnetized
or what could be so interesting
about staring at a computer screen
is it the neon light?
what room have you been sitting in?
i come from another dimension
Summer/Fall 2008 Poetry:
FEATURED POET: FIVE POEMS by Arlene Ang
THE EDGE OF THE WORLD by Jeanette Lee
ACTIVE LEARNING by Fred Jacobs
1946 by Steve De France
WHAT WE DO ALL DAY by Matthew Savoca
WHEN YOU WERE GOOD by Laurie Granieri
(Editor's Choice)
LOVE WITHOUT SEX by John J. Petrolino
III
DELIVERANCE by P.C. Scheponik
YOUR TASTE STILL LINGERS by Sarah Pace
AUTUMN by Cody Boyko
ETHEREAL by Arielle Hader
JUST EAST OF VINE by Ry Kincaid
SILENCE. by C.J. Opperthauser
BREVITY by Yi Dong
CRACKED CEILING IN A NEW ENGLAND COUNTRY HOUSE
by Juanita Torrence-Thompson
