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Summer 2007
Caroline Albert
Donna Dixon
Shara Faskowitz
Adrian Heathcote
Stephen Mead
Michelle Morgan
Spring 2007
Featured Artist:Jennifer Balkan
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Simon Perchik
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This watch already gathering
-who would imagine winter
and you are holding my wrist
listening as if the way back
would lift my arm -snow too
is sorted into stones
and not stones, into eyes
that never move -do you still have lips?
This window too will close -every gesture
resets, veers into the Earth
into a morning and the Earth
still struggling to stay aloft
-even light is collecting, some darkness
here, there, here
and the watch each day slower
-what you hear is calling for you, is the dirt
gone lame, wary, step by step
dragging a place, encrusted, lost
and the frost between two stones
held fast to accept the cold
and among your eyes.
*
Between my hands and you are preening
as stones learn to do though these waves
mispronounce your name, not sure
they're shaking off the snow
or sunlight -you are floating
and toward the sun itself
a gentleness almost white
softer than falling
and the dawn that looked so close
-you smooth yourself, getting ready
-look into the wind
that comes from nowhere
blown apart years ago
-I'm holding you up, up and the stillness
as if you were in my hands
and my hands too are missing.
Simon Perchik is an attorney whose poems have appeared in Partisan Review, The New Yorker and elsewhere. Family of Man (Pavement Saw Press) and Rafts (Parsifal Editions) are both scheduled for publication 2007. Readers interested are invited to read his essay Magic, Illusion and Other Realities here which also site-lists a complete bibliography.
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