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Waterways: Poetry in The Mainstream Vol 21 No 3
Waterways: Poetry in The Mainstream Vol 21 No 3
March
Waterways: Poetry in the Mainstream
March 2000
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Outlook for the Millennium - Ida Fasel
1. Open-Backed 3. Prayer
Six words If I
in full review cannot be wise,
of the century just let me be clear and strong,
zeroed out: so much, so little, be what I can be like a seed:
so far. more than
2. Prophetic merely
coming to life,
A small surviving bird and frost,
mouse shall lead us but developing a fine full
into the wilderness blossom.
ahead and bring us many
options.
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Close Cover Before Striking
Terry Thomas
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Bedtime Story - Joanne Seltzer
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the wall - matt dennison
She screams as you know I imagine your wall doesn’t hold and wonder
all night long as much slack grey hate at the price and the worth
and bangs on the wall as this rot-paper wall of endurance with no one left
and I’m sorry it’s your wall has swoll’d up with to grieve my going and how
but it’s my wall too through the years it might have been
and there are stains while I walk up and down asking if it ever could have been.
where my hands can I take it no longer
have rested. The funeral’s Tuesday and it’s
halting going to be so quiet
Across the wall to look for all of us.
you might get at the hand
the wrong impression on the heavy black skillet
but she’s crazy deaf from with the same old grease
twenty years in the bed and the same old flour
and it’s the meanness
that outlives us all.
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recognitions - Will Inman
mercy. i walk between tall waves slaves with no master but time
and fire, earth shakes, under. wind inhabit us against our wanting.
roars dervish down this open stretch. rare instants they’ll sing our own tune,
hanh! all these and none of these. open their eyes naked in sun
just time. time works the great jaws. such times are time true blest—
time picks those teeth between then time forgets to grind. future
feedings. time erodes our eyes begs an instant from now. we dance
as we watch. time and the dark sisters dark sisters and brothers turn
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the last trek - Will Inman
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Spider Woman, a Language of Distance - Will Inman
Spider Woman
is not so concerned with harmony except at times
when she designs her web. She wants you to feel
welcome to enter her pattern. In fact, she wants
you to enter her: if her message gets you, she
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will suck your juices. Her embrace is oral
but rarely sexual.
Stand back: her nearness
shivers rhythms of distance: the closer you are
to her, the further you are from yourself.
Some
communions can best be known by a healthy respect
for enough space. Though I keep my distance, I
don’t disturb the spiders in my windows: they
entertain uninvited flies and mosquitoes.
Let her
be herself while you take the long way around.
Al says, laughing, “Hell, I was in jail so long, when somebody says, ‘Let’s have a cup of coffee,’ I start
looking around for a roll of toilet paper to build a bomb with,” a bomb being a small fire you build in a
can out of toilet paper to warm your coffee—or you can make toast by spearing your bread on a
piece of coat hanger. They didn’t feed them but twice a day—morning and noon—so they had to hold
a little back for supper.
DWI, Al explained. Picked up in Columbia drunk in a lawyer’s car that he’d gotten from his wife,
“shacked up drunk for a week.” Long, dark-haired, scoop faced. “I wouldn’t have gotten picked up if
I hadn’t been following that State Patrol car.”
“Why were you following it?”
“Hell, I don’t know. Passed him on the shoulder finally and he come after me. I spent 38 days there.
I tried to call some people in Austin and couldn’t get ‘em. Two weeks later, they let me use the
phone again.”—laughing—”Then they turned me over to the Travis County and I did 15 days there.
The lawyer tried to claim I stole the car but his wife called the District Attorney and told him the
truth and the District Attorney said, ‘Hell, I’m not taking this case to court,’ and threw it out.”
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He was back with an old girlfriend last night—a dopehead but she’s been straight for a year—hard
stuff. Now she’s working at Austin State Hospital, Alcoholic Ward.
“She’s been in Bellview and everywhere. Now she’s lecturing at clubs and hospitals. Me, I guess I’ll
get me another job painting. I never thought I’d go back to painting. Ain’t done it in over a year.”
I told him about one day when I went down to the San Jacinto day labor office broke and this
deputy constable came in and asked if anybody wanted to move some furniture. Me and some other
guys said yes, so he put us in his car and drove us out into the country and stopped in front of a lit-
tle shanty where a black woman had locked herself and her children inside. The constable was serv-
ing an eviction notice and we were supposed to move her furniture out into the front yard. But she
wouldn’t open the door and he couldn’t break in and take her because of the children.
He had to get special authority from the judge to take the children and turn them over to welfare.
So actually we didn’t do anything but sit there in the car and listen while the constable argued with
the woman till he got tired and then came back to the car looking disgruntled and guilty. By then, I’d
already decided that I wasn’t going to do it and so had the others. But the decision wasn’t necessary
because the constable had to go find the judge first, so he drove us back to the day labor office and
paid us for an hour and a half. “But here I was, busted myself, and supposed to keep going by throw-
ing some old woman out of her house.”
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We laughed.
The two of us working at the furniture factory the day before, watching the cheap furniture roll off
the assembly line. A dull job. They’d let us go at noon because there was nothing to do.
And now, this morning slow, not much doing.
“Nine o’clock,” says Al. “Hell, we’re not going to get out,” picking up the lunch packed for him at the
Baptist Mission where he’s staying for fifteen dollars a week, room and board.”
“See you tomorrow,” All says laughing.
“Yeh, see you tomorrow,” I say.
Tomorrow at Manpower.
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Credo - Albert Huffstickler
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