SYMBIOTIC XX:1 February, 2005


TABLE OF CONTENTS XX:1 February, 2005		LYNX A Journal for Linking Poets



	SYMBIOTIC POETRY: FAWN by John M. Bennett & Jim Leftwich CHRISTMAS PARTY by Carlos Colón & Nan Dozier VAN ABBE MUSEUM Eindhoven, Netherlands by Jacques Verhoeven & Silva Ley KRINK by Jim Leftwich & John M. Bennett PIECES #1 'alert' by Francine Porad & Marlene Mountain PIECES #2 'october surprise' by Marlene Mountain & Francine Porad SO LIGHTLY FORSAKEN by Lady Ise & Jane Reichhold INTER-GHAZAL by Werner Reichhold & Jane Reichhold	FAWN John M. Bennett Jim Leftwich fawn shadow or clumping pots spleenlip for trawling bone spore or sleeping flank crank for mauling heap junk or spitting grist punter for spinning meds sink or crawling rubble tank for belting stubble shank or melting beds fink for hauling mist grunter or thinning peep funk for quitting bank drank or bawling phone score for keeping rots beandip or scrawling brawn maddow for thumping CHRISTMAS PARTY Carlos Colón Nan Dozier Christmas party -- sharing slaughterhouse stories instead of poetry new item in the supermarket tofu cheese sticking to the roof of my mouth my feeble retort Impressionist spire watery moon in a mist new millennium another story on the Tower of Babel so glad to say "Yes!" I stutter silence into the phone second swing of silver earrings ends the evening glass slipper on the prince's foot cutting back Queen Anne's lace green tennis ball under the tablecloth her dainty derriere beside the pansy bed Marine doing sit-ups in the rain estranged son home triangulated flag summer weeds little league outfielder disappears old-timer his strike zone shrinking chances of survival of the fittest -- different odds for heroes leisure suit left in the telephone booth only occupant in the car-- a briefcase plays "Fur Elise" crushed carnation in the captain's Bible afternoon shadows the lunge of a shuffleboarder reunion portrait smaller group than last year again autumn steady downpour under the shedding hickory tree after the guns stop refugee child awakens over the moon a cow catapulted spilt milk only the cat doesn't mind broken glass a sliver of ice left on the floor drifting on the pond my lifeline longer underwater two-and-a-half-year-old renga . . . for a lark I spring into summer magnificent wings-- hawk? or buzzard? separated Siamese twins their souls reunited * soft darkness twilight all over the world child rider's halo the hot smell of leather first day of school the teacher and I scowling falling pine cones -- cat sleeps in the swing one, two, many spider lilies # air and sky the same gray rain pounds the waves critique group my poem reduced to a vowel Notes: was first published in Modern Haiku XXXV.3 (2004) * was first published in Frogpond XXVII:3 (2004) *Laleh and Ladan Bijani #After Che Guevara January 3, 2001 - March 21, 2004** VAN ABBE MUSEUM Eindhoven Netherlands Jacques Verhoeven Silva Ley Wide open eyes held by museum pieces steps stick to the floor black banisters lined out high lookout – windows Escherlike stairwell syllables on the walls our heads the airboats mechanic vocal cords a polished space rustling voices, tones, drops of language on white the frames exploding from heavy round arches to metal - bridged glass roof autumn in the trees the building turns over to the distant town sudden sunbeams changing fields of colour a corridor narrows in the pond a terrace smells of quick meals the lazy afternoon girl’s hair wiped from faces basic shapes the ‘feeling machine’ young lips purse tasks of the day slow down tonight the disco fever juggling with desire the dance room all blue choruses in paint both arms akimbo diagonals in yarns banish the papers play the great news imagination free soft bite in nose and chin sawdust on the stage cubistic comedy Lissitsky’s fringe of beard spirit in fragments deeper in the retina streams flow together going outside to see the lightening tubes stickered with tickets dancers whirl around applause long in the air the canvas is unrolled far beyond the garden paintbrushes travel unpack the kid bags the day flows through your hands doors will soon be closed moon the ultimate spotlight keep pace with the night this restless generation these strange birds of sunrise. 03 – 11 - 2004 KRINK Jim Leftwich John M. Bennett sinke eel help beech oaf rained around fark glasp batch golf full off lunch swig hatched hat boom lint creep sleep hint boon mat patch big grunch coff bull doff ratch asp mark moun stain loaf screech pelt deal krink FORGET Jim Leftwich John M. Bennett forget reeling gutter haunter banter flutter ceiling intent jewel thistle kiosk rabbit habit cost whistle drool exodus spitter natty nestle pestle fatty quitter nexus roster drummer kudzu quibble dribble muds summer foster locker central murder slab tablet further ventral socker PIECES #1 'alert' Francine Porad Marlene Mountain fools rush to view belching Mount St Helens volcano alert protest gift to america empty flag-draped coffins EXCLUSIVE interview scheduled on you-name-it channel instead of doing 17 things at once i don't like a new jacket, slacks, dress shoes make a better debater sidewise lies from cheney's sidewise mouth could i ever let go for used power steering the rusty pickup with each turn of the wheel a grating sound near something a box turtle without workable eyes four tiers full standing ovation for Perlman* a tighter hug for lester each stage of the heater hook-up warm weather pigeons feast on grass seed out dubya throws his platitudes smirks as they're caught he begs 'forgive me, pardon me, grant me atonement' more innocents destroyed maimed uprooted terrified more marching mercenaries 'twilight of the world'** again what's left of the earthly under rotten leaves a disappeared blue maple gold floating in a puddle heavy rain we first eat wicked pizza dieter devours angel food cake someone's feelings hurt before i heard personable Jeff & Taylor make a hit with the neighbor lady around the fire at dark our faces all alike only platonic love is readily available to me now a hermit's view the backdoor filled with pines progress reform since when is the label 'liberal' a bad thing way past center if that includes 'rootical feminism' wishing 2005 to be a year of peace, health, regime change mid-october jeez once more the broken water women unite! you can register complaints about Dr. Hager # did o'reilly do himself in the loudmouth spinning an honest breeze as close as possible to the word i want a quick-learner kid asks: who's boss in and out and out and in the maneuvers of three nine lives 'the last of life for which the first is made' ## emotions of autumn an expanse not ready to fulfill itself Marci's dog and I under the one shade tree Notes Itzhak Perlman, violin virtuoso Gibbon’s description Sacking of Rome, 410 A.D. #Dr. W. David Hager, suggested by Bush to head up the Food and Drug Administration's Reproductive Health Drugs Advisory Committee. ## Robert Browning Oct 2-17, 2004* PIECES #2 'october surprise' Marlene Mountain Francine Porad october 'surprise' osama in the face again of dubya caustic ads countdown to the election new ideas now faded a new mac the grounded leaves cast from the same mold reps of two parties in spite of sunshine the nature of things beyond reality love is a bright thought dinner date gotta go gotta go gotta go right now back home farther back than back home lines at the polls long but orderly history being made more legs to lose and divorces to come maybe George W. Bush will ban couples being separated a combo of religiosity from h-e-l-l in heaven edged with darkness high clouds sweep across the sky before we knew cicadas took away their wings squirting bug spray from a step stool beetles on the ceiling fire & carbon monoxide gizmos all right already enough pyromaniacs in the world global warming is real unlike the day before yesterday sunny but cold is he dead almost dead barely dead maybe dead non-dead hackers Internet worm breaks speed records nothing to brag about a long tired path toward solstice instructions to maid: dust under the clutter thaw and rethaw she scans slides of paintings forgotten digital camera instead of the sunset lightning flashes more neocon pals to dc to send more 'bombs bursting in air' BOOM! in slanting rain palm trees bend to the ground warm snap a few night crawlers into the kitchen's compost e-mail from Kris the normal misspelled words notes sentences i can't get written a wren's tail up and down more room for food the eight-year-old refuelitizes* small fish in the freezer a lollipop treat for small animals 'those darn cats' bill & penny by the green door on Greek Islands colorful window sashes ward off the evil eye formally dressed the 'snake goddess' nude-breasted two dozen white roses sweet kisses and handholding entice her stacked five deep the garden of pillow cases Notes * word coined by the eight-year-old Oct 29-Nov 26, 2004 SO LIGHTLY FORSAKEN Jane Reichhold Lady Ise Lady Ise's links are borrowed from her tanka in the Japanese Imperial Anthology – Kokinshu published in 959. so lightly forsaken the spring mist rising wild geese depart carried by the wind her wide skirts billow hidden immortal whose garment has no break nor seam if you go on feathered spindrift waves an invisible wing even the moon's face embroidered on my sleeve is wet with tears two snakes twined together the belt you tied around me jealousy locked by a brushwood gate vine tendrils hanging from the branches a green willow tree river words the story told in each leaf the sleeve I pressed to floats back foam-spotted sunset on a wall through uneven stones starlight nevertheless my name is flicked about like dust without shadow on bright days the well-known hand it is as if you there in the light boat on the pond ripple wraith taking the shape of a lost son has he learned to live in a flowerless country? trees with bare limbs only a heart still chases dragonflies now nothing remains that compares to me each day more clearly my mirror reflects a face I'm ashamed to show blood-stained sheets you wanted a virgin our bed a ravaged sea were I to smooth it where oysters grow best a tempest rages afraid the pillow would say I know we slept without it nights on the cabin floor covered with moonlight imperial news comes to me in the voices of streams and mountains worshipping the goddess earth now a pregnant woman in the fifth month oh little bird what if your voice is hoarse? screams and banged drums to exorcise evil spirits I long to beg you do not linger with us in this place a circle of rounded stones eight points of crystal fire their desires for this women parted by law even in my dreams I must no longer meet you artic snowfields blow across sky-blue waters’ white caps it is now I long to hear you before summer begins pale rain ends a happy time even if petals continue to fall writing letters when I have sad thoughts Written: June 14, 1990 INTER-GHAZAL Werner Reichhold Jane Reichhold The unfinished sentence of hers, the sound, the broken detail; wish I were the silkworm's thread in her skirt interwoven. Madonna in adobe simplicity as a radiant glow without words the questions solve the interview. Mermaids polishing kelp, the shimmer in their palms; come calm night and twinkle, I beg you, interstellar. Rice powder, kohl and red henna cosmetics create the alternative interface. "Wireless death", the cellular's squeaky voice; for the psychiatrist's memory: sofa and blood interlinked. Scared but happy now that they were alone the brother and sister found their ties an interference. On the rivals' peacekeeping horizon new rivalries; the silence, the pain with fast-building cell colonies internally. Buried in paper work, the end of the millennium; actors on the stage missed the official interment. Written October, 1999. Published on Gene Doty’s Ghazal Page.



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