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WATERWAYS: Poetry in the MainstreamVolume 19 Number 10 November, 1998Designed, Edited and Published by Richard Spiegel & Barbara Fisher
Thomas Perry, Assistantcontents
Waterways is published 11 times a year. Subscriptions -- $20 a year. Sample issues -$2.60 (incl
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© 1998, Ten Penny Players Inc.
Will Inman 4-11
Ida Fasel 12-13
Joy Hewitt Mann 14-16
Joan Payne Kincaid 17-19
Janet McCann 20Sean Brendan-Brown 21
Charles Pierre 22
Ronald M Thompson 23
John Sokol 24-25
Fredrick Zydek 26
R. Yurman 27Thad Box 28
Leonard Goodwin 2
David Michael Nixon
M. M. Nichols
Albert Huffstickler 3
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at the far edge - will inman
it’s time for me to goi’ve been telling myself
what time remains will ride a cusp of waitingi’ll mull and mull, trying to see it all in focus(or was it always meant to be a blur?)
i expect dark woods and high summitby now to speak each other’s language.i expect ocean and steep sky to make love
whether in serene tides or in hurricanes, or both,i shall listen for more than wordsmore can be said in a touch or in high windthan in cogitations
but when clear seeingand soul-waking – work together in tune,
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a mandala of knowing strikes the brass gong:an old man nods and embraces resonance
lean into it, let it open you like a flower
it will fade, but knowing it can bewill never leave you, thatis the Voice: that Sound
is at least half you. the other half is god. youcan’t tell the difference for there will be none.dawn and high noon, afternoon and sunset
will enter your ribs with their own lights and darks
trust your love, and be waryeven of god. most of all of god.wariness will not diminish the waking
reach out for sleepers, listen to their dreams 29 September
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the final ebb - will inman
tide ebbs.
tide ebbs, taking everything.
it’s not so hard to let go as I thought.two college special collections want my
papers, letters, books, manuscripts:
to become known for what i am, i
need to strip naked of these records i’ve
saved, obsessive packrat, all these decades.
they can poke through my pettiness, candiagnose my feuds, analyze my largest
vistas: are they true visions or just bubbles?
somehow, i’m willing for it all to go
out with the tide.
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much is trivia. much may be illegible. papers
and journals, catacombs of hope festooned
with cobwebs.
but insights occurred. they willshow through, their dry rhythms still ready
to incite heart.
track of a long trek
inward. to the common center of all things.
to the space where ribs come rainbows.
soon i
will follow the tide. never grieve me. i’m
a turtle hatched from under a dune of words.
my eyes will carry living irises
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angel to the damned - Will Inmanto my cousin Mary Ann
My North Carolina cousin who has graduated herself
from a sick Southern family to another dimension inOakland(oaks being the oracle trees of perceptive
women)phones to tell me she’d been on a speaking
tour and entered through clanging gates of SanQuentin to talk to and with an assembly of inmates.She
did not give the expected circumcised speech,her verbal presence needed a haircut, but convictswho are blasted with sanctimonious bullshitmuch of their waking hours
knowwhen someone speaks
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fresh from the heart: theyresponded to this
diminutive woman’s large spirit. Shetold them of
decades of Southern wifely subservience: theyknow
what it is to be at the mercy of absolute power thatrules by guilt and fear.
They could rejoice with one whohas shed off the inner obedient skin and is able to benaked to those who can see and hear.
She knew I wouldlaugh with her rainbow reach. I who was born backwardin a backward place and time – have joined her
not at the front ahead of others, but with armsoutstretched, fingertips touching,, as we allrun side by side to this real now and here 26 June
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that female receptiveness by which genius becomes - will inman
the focus of fury is potential everywherethat tyger’s paw abides no cage:
atmosphere out of balance
continental plates jammed, stretchedsuppressed rage in humans
do not waitfor a deific finger: very potentialmay be seen
as god. intrinsic motion,suppressed or sublime,
carries divine dimension,cosmic purport: whateach unique manifestation
meanscannot be gone after:
but must be opened to:true listening is that female receptiveness
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by which genius becomespregnant
with insight:more than observation
or measurement,an assimilation of resonanceconveys what is and does and has being
withsounding gutstrings of listeners.
what is heardmoves interior on its own waves
and on waves woken
upon center where, deeper than analysis,that reality is sown alive, known
no matter howturbulent or how serene
as kin integralinevitably
so. 26 March
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November - Ida Fasel
Approaching winter
all coming clear
the best time, really, for a view
between here and hidden there
the landscape uncluttered, spare,
certain to come through.
Now with the ultimate air
not a leaf interferes.
All clear straight ahead
and I for the first time aware
that you in the grip of the first Novem
across the distances between us
are as cold as I am here.
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Divided - Ida FaselSpirit is an entire star. -- Paracelsus
When I came through the woods,
two parallel ways cleared. I took both,learning the geology of one,
meditating the other. For a time,
under fire, I was a Thomas
performing the pas-de-deux of paradox,
continuously divided and not divided.
Two ways that never converge:
one droned in the passive tense,
the other volatilized with miracles.
I have not finished with miracles.
I sift the facts. I am latticed
like leaves in changing light and shad
In the end, I straddle two paths:
the numbered street, the legendary le
to the secret place of the psalmist’s s
an octave above the words of prayer.
I favor the surer foot.
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Bursting Bubbles - Joy Hewitt Mann
At ten
I was never happier
helping my mother do the dishes
washing
then drying together
a little crowded, but we both
liked doing both.
There’s something about hot water
stirs the brain and we’d
both talk about what we wanted out of life
me, to be a chemist
her, to live to see grandchildren. Mother
was old when she had me
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her first children floating away
like bubbles.
I married in my teens
and after family dinners
with my son running off the meal
we’d do the dishes together
me washing
her drying
because her eyesight wasn’t so good
and we couldn’t talk much from laughing
and my father and my husband yelling
they couldn’t
hear the game,
but damn
the water felt good
and I told her how she looked nice in
that colour
and the hairdresser had done a good
with her hair.
And I never got to be a chemist
and she never lived to see
my last two kids
and I can never figure out why some
doing dishes makes me cry.
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Still Life with Raccoon -- Joy Hewitt Mann
There is never enough wind when you need itand you sit whimpering,, praying for a dry spell;there is too much light when you pray for shadow to hidethe shame of raccoon eyes.
Which makes me wonder if raccoons cry, sitting in moss,rubbing their fur with crayfished paws?Do they hunker,ringed-tail wrapped tight for comfort,tiny fingers flicking nervously, wishing
for a place to rinse the salt away? Forthere is never enough moss to soak up the female pain;there is never enough salt to make itpalatable;and there is always too much shadow when you are prayingfor light.
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The Hedge - Joan Payne Kincaid
the hedge is growing too high out by the frontyard’s border where the dogs run past and birds
hover protection from nor’easter. Do we paint becausewe want to know the landscape of what we do?To gain control of trees or clouds or suggestions of things?The order in the universe finds you wandering;sinning outlandish songs of choreographyGot no bounce left in ma shoesain’t got nothin’ but the blues...
Out back alone early morningstirring at the white plastic table by the cosmosnodding down an early fall coffee,regarding the half moon in its blue half worldopposite the sun’ slow westward arc.
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We think of you over in England and Italy the furthestyou have ever been by telephone telling me there is no time
for anything to sing, but that you do know England now.
They do not know how much a cold mothercontributes to autism or art if it is genetic...the distancing need for control and orderand order is a private thing... do not ask meto expose that which has been designed.
When you are suffering or surfing thingscatch you by surprise through the wet grasscaring for plants as you would tend a child.
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Or later limping through undergrowth to witnessredtail hawks scream in the sky and a kestrelhump a sharpshinned up by the moonnow appearing from a Wednesday window;
vague melodic theme of feathers and green dreamyou can paint without looking to heighten the sense of touchcouching imagination as if practicing to hit a target.
(How satisfying to have the spell check gracefullyand magically transform your lapses)...this block, this village empty!
Everyone gonetill bedtime everyday, so silentall the tight little white defining fencesand flawless laws the wind sweeps alongas if all the properties were combined in a singlebaronial estate where little migratory songbirds hide in hedgerows.
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The Cave - Janet McCann
You are given a tour
of what is exactly like
the thing they forbid you to see
cave drawings that would break
in the light
and the guide, telling you in French
about the cavemen who would have madethese if they were real,
the guide who has never seen the real ones
which are there, protected,
in another cave with the gate across the door
the gate that has always been closed,
and they are so almost true, the archaicanimals and their tints,
you can so nearly touch the flesh of time
what will you do then godless
with nothing to follow?
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Fish Shop, Pike Place
Sean Brendan-Brown
In this worldyou slip and risk everything.
Bankrupt,waking between lives. Cans of hardheart beer on fishblood paperfurnishing rooms.
In breakdowns this worlda burning villagea tattered wife
cryingyou’re wrong, don’t go,you’re wrong, wait,let me help you, don’t go,you’re wrong, don’t go.
In this world you slip.
Sam the S. Korean wrapping 3 pounds of soleknows this. He has marched,filthy and shell-shocked. Now he is flag-free,
the beauty of today.
“Sam” I say, “No green eggs & ham.”He likes this. Our mindless societypleases him. He’s safe here, he says,black & white racists don’t faze him--
the Northkilled everything he had.“My fish best fish!” he says.
In this worldpeople feedor kill you. War/harvest,
isolation/tabletalk.I love the way Sam’s hands close.
In this world you slipbut there are beautiful hands.
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Career - Charles Pierre
The smashed bodies of clams,
crabs and whelks on shore
tell what the world’s about.
Yet from the shadows
of a broken shell,
a small insect walks freely
into the sun,its path etched
in the sand’s crust.
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Crappy Slum
Ronald MacKinnon Thompson
Something should be written,
Graffitied on the walls,
Something should be told.
Curses on this crappy slum.
Unkempt roads dividing houses,
Cracked sidewalked unskated place,
Streetlights with lightless thrust,Towering, bare and worthless poles.
A man’s clawed hands in useless dirt
The child’s worn toy destroyed,
Women fear to walk at night,
Creatures there may not be safe.
Gray skies of acid rain,
Smog filled oven places,
No rain can ever wash away,
Nor hail the passions cool.
I can say, though just a bum,
Curses on this crappy slum.
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Letter to a Sister I Don’t Have - John Sokol
Maybe your name is Lila, or Sarah.
Maybe we live very far apart. Maybe
we haven’t seen each other in ages.Perhaps you’ll come to visit and
we’ll go to a Spanish restaurant where
the waiters really speak Spanish and the
courtyard tables are covered with big
umbrellas. We’ll spend all day, drinking
sangria, eating paella and tapas, garlic
soup and grilled grouper. We’ll open grape
leaves like fortune cookies and read
blessings and compliments to one another.
We’ll sip grappa from little green glasses
rimmed in gold. We’ll whisper and laugh;
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everyone will think we’re very close.
You’ll tell me what a friend I’ve been
and I’ll tell you about all the ones I’ve lost.
I’ll ask you what it is, and you’ll be kind,
and say, it’s not you. When the sunsets through the honeysuckle on the gate,
and twilight dapples the stones beneath our
feet, we’ll talk about Cezanne. When our
eyes are glazed from wine, we’ll remember
our parents and sadness will somehow
fill and soothe us. We’ll paint our tongues
with saffron and blueberries. We’ll inhalethe scent of lilacs and lemons. After
everyone else has left, we’ll slow-dance to
Waltzing Matilda, and the waiters will watch,
as the juke-box breaks our farewell hearts.
We’ll hold each other and sway-in-place
like there is no sorrow. And even thoug
summer, snow will begin to fall;
big, fat, beautiful flakes,
like you’ve never seen before in your lif
from Rain City
June, 1995, Portla
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Sun Dance - Fredrick Zydek
It was the way of our peopleto stand with arms outstretchedbefore the rising or setting sunand deliver wonderful prayers.
In the morning we were glad to seeit rebuild its elegant fires.Some even danced before the sunto celebrate the miracles
it brought in the form of seasonsand the great urge of thingsto wander their way over the willingplanet and into our bellies.
In these dances the soul sought
to lose its shadows in the sun,to let the deepest roots of lightcrack through the spirit’s darkness
until plumes from the sun’s firedanced like airy feathersover everything we namedin the liturgy of being human.
But Whites passed laws forbiddingsuch things and built jailsto house those who dared to greet
or bid farewell to the great sphere.
They believed we worshipped itand did not know that he for whomwe danced lived well beyondthe rising and falling of the sun.
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First Tricycle - R.
Yurman
A red trike
The high high hillMy father’s face
clamps my feet
to the built-up
pedals
on the long
downward
glide
Yes you’re good
Yes I’m proud
You’re my son
My mother’s face
not smiling
from the window
It’s too dangerous
Not for my son
Show her Show her
How it’s done
fat pedals
flying free
bang my knees
flight
into air
into ground
my breathshocked
then loosed into s
and his face so distan
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Short Rains - Thad Box
welcome rains fall
seedlings emerge
promise lifeprosperity
tropical sun
dries soil and seed
plants wither
spirits sadden
a rain showerbrings hope
to be lost
plant’s withered carcasses
rattle
small brown feet
guide a lumpy football
over bare groundbefore the next rain comes
will their bodies
wither like tender brown plants
before starvation’s wind
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At the Automat - Leonard Goodwin
On a chilly Saturday afternoon
when red and yellow leaves covered
the ground in Bryant Park behind the 42nd Street Library
Father suggested to sister and me
we stop at the Automat
Our books in one hand
we used the other to push
through the revolving doorinto the warm, brightly lit area
facing the large circular cashiers’ booth
Behind the glass windows
rimmed with polished brass
several men and women
were exchanging nickels
for larger coins and bills
Father handed the nearest cashier a d
and carefully counted the nickelsshe dispensed in a single motion
He gave us four nickels each
to use as we wished
Along the cafeteria walls
aligned in columnswere small brass rimmed windows
through which I could see
sandwiches, deserts, and other trea
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I turned the handle
the window swung open
I pulled out a plate
holding a Swiss Cheese sandwich
Put it on my trayclosed the window
Around went the mechanism
and another sandwich
appeared behind the glass
Then, with cup in handto the hot chocolate dispenser
I followed the sister’s example
pulled down the silver handle
Steaming liquid flowed
almost to the top and stopped
We found a table
Sister had an American Cheese sandw
Father had his favorite
a small, luxuriously smelling dishof Boston Baked Beans
There was something reckless
about spending money like that
during the Great Depression
While I’ve spent much greater sums
in more sumptuous waysnow forgotten
Moments at the Automat
remain vividly alive
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My Best Work - David Michael Nixon
All day I have struggled with paintings so
powerful and delicate that they are not there.
I turn back to the empty easel,which pours invisible paintings into thin air.
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Child in the House of Heavy Thoughts
M. M. Nichols
The shadows groanThe sunbeams are speckled
In dingy roomsthe thoughts grow ravenous
I feed them syrupy nuggetstill they are fat and drowsy
Once upon a time they took me inI was flattered when they let me be Caretaker
They are very grown up nowbut can’t leave the house without a nanny
I carry them out and back On the street, they speak when spoken to
The house is a messThe other children flew away
All day I’m coddling these old onesEverything falls down around us
Under the spotted sunbeamsand moaning shadows
I wish they could get up and run outI wish light ones would come like little b
On nimble feetWith moron jokes and riddles
Rope for skippingAnd 99 games to play
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Take One - Albert Huffstickler
I want you to know that there was no mercy
on the streets of Hollywood that night
as I walked away from the St. Francis Hotelafter being fired from that magazine sales job
and there was no love and not a penny in my pockets
and I have never felt more a stranger and alone
than in that strange city that had by some odd chance
become the symbol of glamour and arrival and
universal acceptance. But I didn’t know whereI was going to find a room that night or,
for that matter, an ego structure after being
humiliated before the entire sales group
then fired as an example. Every moment of my life
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converged on this one with a finality that
took my breath and left me barely able to walk
and that so slow that it was no problem for Metta
to catch me, running down the street after me crying
and thrusting money in my pocket so I could finda place to stay – her in the same group but
something of a star having sold two subscriptions
in an area where no one (and they tried every day)
had sold a subscription in five years.
“Where will you go?” she sobbed.
“I don’t know.”“What will you do?”
“I don’t know.” I was still stunned.
We stood there staring at each other helplessly
while the neons flashed over us.
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I felt totally non-utilitarian.
A car screamed by. Someone yelled.
A beer can rattled against the curb.
“I love you,” she said.
The words sounded as out of place as Swahili.“Call me tomorrow.”
“Where?”
“I don’t know. Meet me at the bus station.”
I ducked my head, then nodded.
“None of this matters,” she said.
But it did. Because working and keeping a jobeven if it was a stinking job selling magazines mattered
because that meant you could keep your head out of the clouds
and keeping your head out of the clouds mattered.
“Meet me?” she asked again.
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“O.K.” I kept my head down and walked on,
feeling her looking after me.
I found a room for two dollars,
walls reeking of desolation and slept the same drugged sleep
as the winos who usually slept there,woke to the same bleary dawn, wondering what to do.
There was something I needed to remember, something about love,
but this wasn’t the place to think about it.
Maybe somewhere else. Maybe another planet.
from Ru
North Yorkshire,
no.
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Credit Check - Albert Huffstickler
This morning it was still raining so
I went back to bed. It seemed the only
place to be with that sound of falling,falling and the room still dark and it
was like another place, another planet
even, well finally I started thinking
about coffee and had to get up and make
a cup in my one-cup maker and then sat
and smoked and felt the greyness andthe damp in my space as though it was
raining inside me somewhere and that
not a bad thing gentle and fluid and
healing really and the thing about time
came to me again and I sat there smo
and letting all my times be around m
yes, even that longest time of all that
led up to my retirement, thirteen yea
in the same room, at the same desk, tsame thing endlessly till hope was go
and sorrow was a numbness like a st
with amnesia and I sat and wondered
the way I had just kept on kept
on, never my strongest suit, and thou
about Santa Fe where I went when Icould and just sat being a stranger in
that city or sat in the Saint Francis
Cathedral there for as long as I neede
to or could stand it and the needless
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impossible luxury hotels where I spent
more than I ever should and blamed
myself later and then went back and how
could I have gone back without that
time and of course it was on credit butit’s all on credit, isn’t it, the whole
thing, we come here on credit and we
leave with the debt still unpaid, the
cosmic scale never balanced, maybe
that’s what they mean by original sin,
it’s not sin at all but original debtso I borrowed timelessness in Santa
Fe to get through the time at work, those
thirteen years. Smoking, smoking till
the rain-grey air was blue in the chair
at the foot of my bed and the rain
falling, falling inside and out and
time a rain falling in me, over me
so that I came out of that room one
day, stunned by the light, old, asthough I’d grown old overnight but o
course I hadn’t, I’d just not been pay
attention, there was an attention debt
also, I’d gotten behind on my attenti
and now I’d come out and would hav
to start paying attention to everythinto catch up on my debt. So I sat and
thought of time with the rain falling,
falling, and then finally went back to
bed and fell asleep again and dreame
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that Gina (a pretty young woman friend)
was kissing me, tiny quick kisses with
a flick of her tongue into my mouth,
sudden and quick as raindrops, in and
out and something of youth and quicknessand the lithe beauty that falls through
your life quick as rain and then she
said let’s meet for breakfast one day
and I couldn’t remember which day I was
free and that brought it back down from
lyric beauty and all time to hard timeand how we come here and forget who we
are and then have to go on and on till
we remember because there’s no way back,
only forward, the prison of days, the
atonement of years, sitting in my
cubicle-cell at my desk, awaiting the
absolution of my remembered name
my hair went from dark to grey, my
a silver grey like the rain, falling,falling and the anguish of that tiny
mouth pressing quickly as youth aga
mine, that small tongue flicking, flick
against my lips and how quickly a lif
falls through time, a rain drop, a tear
from angel eyes somewhere we can neven remember. And waking once m
to that remembered touch on my mo
like all the dreams of love in a life-
time all the dreams that would never
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be because so much was behind now and
getting up and making another cup, it
almost noon now and sitting once more
to smoke and drink coffee and this
at least was still there andconstant and all the words put on paper
while those thirteen years fell through
my life, thinking what if it was all
a mistake and then well if it was then
this room then and the rain falling
and the touch of a remembered kiss onmy lips and there was no equation to
reckon and say that this was good or
valuable and that should have been
disposed of, there was only this room
and the rain falling and the warmth
of coffee and myself in this room
seated, smoking and feeling, still
feeling how time moved through and
around me like a grey fall, likethe grey smoke of distance and cigar
smoke, like the warmth of a rememb
kiss found in a dream and lost then
in a waking.
from Ru
North Yorkshire,
no.
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