Category: Winter 2010 Issue – Jack Myers Tribute
Misogi
by Daryl Morazzini While the world sleeps, I bath under cold flowing waters, hands clasped in prayer. The ancestral spirits
Able to Say It—missing Jack Myers
by Naomi Shihab Nye So, the years go by and we find a few doors and windows. Some are always open, some were never open. Because we are crazy and
Changes
by Harriet Sohmers Zwerling Now that I cannot do it alone, my tall son leads me into the chilly waters of the bay where I float above the jagged
I Am Absent, But Deep In This Absence—after a line by Juana de Ibarbourou
by Leslie Ullman a prickling like tiny, almost downy cactus thorns that work their way through leather gloves sometimes settles at the
Precarious
by Leslie Ullman Balance in moving parts: the rider spurring her horse on a straightaway before she remembers to reach down and tighten the girth
This Scar—After a line by Fernando Lisboa
by Leslie Ullman Lord, forgive me if I don’t look for you beneath vaulted ceilings built by canonical money and generations of peasants sweating
Gone Fishing—for Jack Myers
by Andrea Blancas Beltran You never told me You were leaving When I asked. You just propped up Your fishing pole
A Song for Jack—for Jack Myers
by Andrea Blancas Beltran I knew a bird could sing but I never knew a bird had a song until you. The ease of your laugh, the way you
The Drift
by Sandee Lyles We drift along and fail to notice What floats by much of the time Up and down, up and down We bob and grab for big stuff Likely
Eight Ball—for Jack Myers
by W.E. Butts There’s a Buddha on my desk, and he’s laughing. We of the West believe if you rub the Buddha’s belly, good fortune is certain. But