PEACOCK EYE by Rosario Romero |
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WE ARE LOOKING OUT
by Carol Louise Moon In a mighty zeppelin, a honey-colored bird— the two of us, vacationing. Green hills, blue skies, red flares, purple regrets, ravens on the horizon. We are looking out for the children— rhinos in their bath tubs who have left living room carpets, carpet crumbs and carpet bugs. From where we float we hear the distant tune of a spider's violin. |
SUNSHINE ON MY SHOULDER by Rosario Romero |
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LOSING MY MUSIC
by B.Z. Niditch When I lost the night music briefly for a chamber recital at a basement in Frisco yet am quickly restored by Mozart's clarinet's harmony in the slow third movement all indolent regrets the groundless secret passages adagio shadows in a modulation of the cellos a diminished viola chord and an augmented violin note suddenly appears in the third movement somehow reminding me of the orange squares in a Mondrian print on the arts balcony overhead and speaks to my estrangement like a mirage of notes opening this spring evening in an experiment of my future resonant words. |
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