SYMBIOTIC XXI:3 October, 2006


TABLE OF CONTENTS XXI:3 October, 2006		LYNX A Journal for Linking Poets



	SYMBIOTIC POETRY WHO-WHOOING TO THE STARS by Ann Piet Anderson, Francis Fike, & Marchiene Vroon Rienstra A HOUSE ON THE BANK by Ginka Biliarska & Ion Codrescu A HOUSE ON THE BANK by Ginka Biliarska & Angela Leuck A HOUSE ON THE BANK by Ginka Biliarska & Vasile Moldovan A HOUSE ON THE BANK by Ginka Biliarska & Jadran Zalokar A HOUSE ON THE BANK by Ginka Biliarska & Yudit Vihar A HOUSE ON THE BANK by Ginka Biliarska & David Prater "WHOEVER BROUGHT ME HERE WILL HAVE TO TAKE ME HOME" A quote from D. Rumi by Sandra Casares & Dietmar Tauchner STREET MUSICIANS by Carol Purington & Larry Kimmel SCIFABULENGA: MIND-BODY MASHUP by Rich Magahiz & John W. Sexton IN THE TOILET by Zane Parks & CW Hawes THE SAW-TOOTH FENCE by Patricia Prime & Catherine Mair VIEW FROM THE HILL by Patricia Prime & Catherine Mair BETWEEN US by Jane Reichhold & Werner Reichhold TIME'S APHASIA by Cindy Tebo & Suhni Bell DATURA NOIR by sheila windsor, hortensia anderson, & ron moss	WHO-WHOOING TO THE STARS Ann Piet Anderson (apa) Francis Fike (ff) Marchiene Vroon Rienstra (mvr) Sitting quietly, Doing nothing. April rain. Grass grows by itself. (ff) Resting in silence, watching A hummingbird sip nectar. (mvr) From nearby bushes A flurry of feathers fly. Empty bird feeder. (apa) Covering the radish seeds Next to the climbing green peas. (ff) Through a thin cloud-veil Glimpses of the moon's bright face. On a rose, a moth. (mvr) Dark horizon briefly glows. A sudden thunderous clap. (apa) The sky clears. Circling Black bat silhouettes flying Under the white stars. (ff) At dawn, two cardinals perch, Feeding each other tidbits. (mvr) Through autumn grasses Lovers wandering the beach. Lunch snatched by seagulls. (apa) Chrysanthemums' golden blooms Bow to fierce November's blasts. (mvr) Mouse tracks lace the sand Under dry nodding weed stalks. Gyring red-tail hawk. (ff) Sculpted by strong wind and waves, Lakeshore a changing canvas. (apa) Many cratered, an Orange full moon surfaces Through leaf-bare limbs. (ff) Pale shriveled leaves quivering In winter's freezing gray light. (mvr) Small floes of ice swirl Silently through blue water. That one is a swan. (apa) Sudden thaw. Drifts all shrinking. Thick frost. Snowflakes whirlhurling. (ff) Three little children Balancing on an iceberg. Laughter fills the air. (mvr) Sunshine-rounded icy edge Drips into a hollow cave. (apa) Heat pits stranded floe Where sand, absorbing sunrays, Melts back to the beach. (ff) Underfoot, outlines of hills Drawn by the receding lake. (mvr) Familiar pathway Covered with flowers and leeks. Fresh bouquet for her. (apa) Behind the silent chapel A choir of white trilliums. (ff) Black clouds release drops; Red petunias bow their heads. Celestial drumming. (mvr) From the wet roof, a wren's song Announces the rising sun. (apa) From dewdrenched gable, Slow dripping down drying eaves. Steam from the shingles. (ff) Rattle of sleet on skylight. Rumble of distant thunder. (mvr) Sparkling crystals Disappear fast in warm air. Leaf buds reappear. (apa) Fiddlehead ferns in the marsh; Yellow marigolds blooming. (ff) On the tall-spruce tip A great-horned owl in moonlight Who-whoos to the stars. (ff) A faint glimmer in lakefog: A golden pathway shimmers. (mvr) Distant foghorn warns. Across the bay a sunken Shipbow points skyward. (apa) Northward aimed, sandhill cranes fly With croaking cries in chorus. (ff) Calls of gathered gulls Deep in the drifting shoremist Counterpoint surfsound. (ff) A bald eagle swooping down Feasts on a wave-fresh salmon. (mvr) Beneath roots and pads Of waterlily blossoms, Silver smelt hiding. (apa) Pondside, a monk meditating. Up from the mud, a lotus blooms. (ff) A HOUSE ON THE BANK Ginka Biliarska, Bulgaria Ion Codrescu, Romania house on the bank the river flows but time has stopped on the window sill a doll in a white dress grown wild vine the black grapes in leafage – hornet’s nest almost unnoticed a fluff is moving on the sundial the first ripe pear falls down – no child around still another and the garden keeps the same asymmetry A HOUSE ON THE BANK Ginka Biliarska, Bulgaria Angela Leuck, Canada house on the bank the river flows but time has stopped late winter-snowflakes melting as they fall birds gone – the southern passes through the willow-grove out of sorts – sitting beneath a cloud of apple blossoms to let my hair grow longer or to shorten my long skirt wading into the current I no longer fear being swept away A HOUSE ON THE BANK Ginka Biliarska, Bulgaria Vasile Moldovan, Romania house on the bank the river flows but time has stopped the sound of old horologe: under the eaves water drop by drop little suns into the puddle – ring by ring into space heralding the spring, from the south the first guests: the same swallows the flower pot is cracking a rusty key is underneath clean up. . . another owner is sweeping out the cobwebby room A HOUSE ON THE BANK Ginka Biliarska, Bulgaria Jadran Zalokar, Croatia house on the bank the river flows but time has stopped townsmen feel far less the sun and the storms as well wooden gateway – an old fashioned hat wallowing in the mud an old forester facing to the sun he withdrew from this world rolling sky between the treetops – an oozing silver birch sky in blueness here and there embraced crowns of trees A HOUSE ON THE BANK Ginka Biliarska, Bulgaria Yudit Vihar, Hungary house on the bank the river flows but time has stopped an Angel is hovering over the river. . . small church almost destroyed – a nest for all the winged tornado howled the foamy river is flooding a carcass of horse on the water only cries of birds follow the stooped man to his sunset the city lies in ruins but the small bird is in the pocket of the coat A HOUSE ON THE BANK Ginka Biliarska, Bulgaria David Prater, Australia house on the bank the river flows but time has stopped just like the white moon in the child’s dark room sun beam – the sleepy dog is driving it away from his nose dust from old cushions fills the summer day opal window glass flickering sunspots outside friendly fires – smoke that crosses the threshold between our two worlds "WHOEVER BROUGHT ME HERE WILL HAVE TO TAKE ME HOME" A quote from D. Rumi Sandra Casares Dietmar Tauchner passing plane clouds slide in the other direction arrived in vienna but still in madrid chestnut worm become a moth in the living room abroad a homeless man welcomes me on the road at night the arrows point to daylight who am i the nave's silence between breaths the rose is opened the water's colour the flow upstream gliding sun STREET MUSICIANS Carol Purington Larry Kimmel A street singer good enough to play the clubs she says glittering in her money basket one Sacajawea dollar / cp I thought he was into something avant garde till one day, a give away interval - just an old-fashioned melody Dancing from puddle to puddle red high heels and the shaggy paws of a fiddler's dog He's got a great tune and he's got it down perfectly - if I'd the money I'd gladly buy him another or pay him to go away Bus stop the harmonica player blows faster as the wait gets longer ... as the flakes get bigger New leaves, migrant birds and last year's buskers Stravinsky would not have thought it possible SCIFABULENGA: MIND-BODY MASHUP Rich Magahiz John W. Sexton master's thousand pint amnion stare divers enter a ventricle of the omni whale maddened by the whiteness blood spout quest packing the shadows of virgins into his case DJ René's mind-body mashup grey matters meat peabrain two vegetate tendril transported melanoid filth a cosmic bleach emanates from the anti universe halfborn scenes of Second Serendip mixed pickled aliens first race fourteen to one two fingers raised extinct by degrees deflated old farts sent off to the gas planet downspiral the storm eye kecks up smack IN THE TOILET Zane Parks CW Hawes West Virginia kin my mother explains what an outhouse is down a one-holer teddy awaits his master posh restaurant... grunting as the diaper fills and overflows nursing home... the attendant empties the bedpan old fart teaching grandson to piss his name in snow young woman barfing in the toilet morning sickness THE SAW-TOOTH FENCE Patricia Prime Catherine Mair winter holidays - toys strewn on the lawn tying a pillow on her "bum,"learner cyclist crack in the path, a clump of pansies saw-tooth fence –the zig-zag shadows foundations of a house - 'war' on the builder's radio cupping a cloud, the old pine tree's branch 'lot 190' – buttercups grow below the sign new sun deck – he tosses out his coffee dregs after the storm – a slip on the hillside very chatty this morning, magpies in a kanuka tree behind a friend's haiku boulder toi-toi plumes so close, the heron's foot picks up mown grass on the bridge mud from last summer's swimmers against a cloudless sky the fire alarm tower VIEW FROM THE HILL Patricia Prime Catherine Mair viewing platform holding a metal map graffitied rock - from the valley the sound of a chain saw "Wonderful", she says. I'm looking for something ... "Where are the deer?" I ask, remembering the roar of rutting stags below the day moon vertical folds of farmland "Too steep to farm", says the ninety-three year old shadows - their knack of spreading across the hills to please us new house - the unsealed road winds uphill pine trees shield the homestead from the westerly with the track through forest mapped in her mind she's reaching towards the summit down from the heights we park outside a dairy oak leaves transform the school playground each time I drive my mother to the lookout she's frailer, closer to the clouds BETWEEN US Jane Reichhold Werner Reichhold desert vista in the silence between us heat dumbfounded at the distance human footprints speck on a rock becoming a Hawaiian shirt the blonde freckled wearing lace behind thin clouds the moon wiggle at 5 o'clock visiting mole at the end of a tunnel morning blind back together again making love all night slightest touch shaking all over the gong as path to meditation circles across the galaxies uplifting wind in the water waves unrolling on the beach a great white roar smell of red snapper the sheets witness a handful of love a hazy moon wet dreams her hips swinging ahead of his taste a priest raises the wine blood rushes to his cheeks deathflower celebrating the last time this body end of the road and old couple going home empty house filled with the cries of wild birds ending free ride mother's newborn winter solstice the sun at its own birthday party pubic hair turning into public hair shanty bar dancing lights at anchor shell and sand united pearl harbor winning the war the president buys a necklace made in Japan spiderweb survivor’s technique may day removing her wedding band 2 similarities= 1 plural teary halos around the moon onion rings hula-hoop a tool for fragments rolling into space the road to heaven an outward spiral telescoped for a handy touch how many angels can dance on the head of a pin? lilies naked ladies blush grandparents forgetting the years TIME'S APHASIA Cindy Tebo Suhni Bell glacial earthquakes a smaller headline than the white house shake ups sea glass scattered here & there your footprints tornado warning the azaleas pink and unfazed edible panties the pedophile's record goes platinum american idol rod stewart croons under a fake moon splash in the frog pond a slow croak ripples columbine anniversary more echoes more gunshots 4/20 smoke curls across the campus at 4:20* the bones of a dead deer not on our geocache list sidewalk sale frieda khalo's prints half off "hola" the silent 'h' in a taxi ride thru ciudad juarez menudo recipes across the border we hold our guts seeping in & out of morphine dreams last night's rain unsaved data a lost year of my life surfer's paradise wave after wave reserved for google a rabbit's back and forth till the road ends dancing around the flames midnight's fire spits & sputters polluted river no telling what the child remembers odd birdsong even asleep rearranging this & that time's aphasia dad points to his watch** we promise each other no ghost stories my sister's suicide missing cat the faded poster taken down another victim of middle age spread the oldest tattoo do or don't a revised poem's contraction steady whistle paul revere engraved on the tea kettle biohazard uninsured john doe may day may day in every color an iris alert neon blinking thru the blinds billboard change we go from jesus to motel 6 stale gin on your breath checkmate now showing on the silver screen june bug circles red felt pen the teacher's opinion clear skies in a letter to mom I keep my distance venus butterfly flutters away glade runner the darts of salamander among the stones sniffing paint below the bridge urban hieroglyphics Notes: * 420 is a term used by marijuana users - the day & time is considered a holiday by them *aphasia is the inability to articulate ideas or comprehend spoken or written language, resulting from damage to the brain caused by disease or injury. DATURA NOIR sheila windsor (u.k.) hortensia anderson (u.s.a) ron moss (tasmania) every room electric light reality t.v. he wonders if it's tuesday neighbour at the door, another jar she can't open /s her secret passion datura noir and white camellia seeping through Victorian atomizers hidden in a hope chest /h * lingering scent he fingers the reminder of last night's loving ghosts entwine beneath the indigo lake - remembering her warmth /r * something rusted like a cloud north wind the 'sale' board faded stoops yet in the orchard daffodils, more than before sun yellow /s * the moon sinks rising from the trees a certain coolness at day's end – Darjeeling steeps into deep amber /h * office block as darkness creeps she works alone only a love-sick cat and frozen sheets to call home /r 13/01/05 - 17/01/05



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