Issue 12, October 1997
Spark - Poem
Hot Night
Boy, this is some night, ain't it?
Hot one, that's for sure.
My big dog, Sam,
he's scratching at the door
but there's no thunder, no rain
What the hell is wrong with him?
Damn, but it's hot. Hot like a woman
is hot. Hot, so hot it'll burn you
to touch, suck every drop of water
out of you and greedy-grab for more
like a woman, hot night.
Still, like a dead man's face.
Crickets screaming
Sam thinks, 'What the hell
is wrong with me?'
She's asleep, my
woman, half-killed me
in her thirst.
Jesus, but it's hot.
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Table of Contents
Cover
Editor's Desk
- Nora-Maria Iancu
- * Childish Song II
- Liz Haight
- * A State of Despair in Thirty-Seven Minutes
- Amy Wright
- * Hunters and Gatherers
- Karen Craigo
- * Haiku, late summer (a prayer)
- Ray Heinrich
- * and by now we both have...
- Dancing Bear
- * The Cover of Her Notebook
* Requiring Closure
* Earthquake Weather
- William Burns
- * My Octopus
* The Visionary
- Spark
- * Hot Night
- Caron Andregg
- * New Orleans
* Oatmeal
- Michael Brackney
- * Autumn Dance
* Tommy From the Coast Remembered
- Perry Thompson
- * May in London
- Fanny-Min Becker
- * From My Kitchen Window (iii)
- John Carle
- * Review of Fanny-Min Becker's fleeting
Writers' Biographies
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