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Hortensia Anderson, US

Kanji

I dip the brush in black ink, make strokes across the blank white page. If you didn't know, you might have supposed it a Chinese calligraphy or in some other Oriental language.

The strokes are scars—sweeping half-moon curves, a tiny v flock of birds, vertical lines wavering upward, pagoda eaves, other horizons...in the language of my self, the kanji means "torso".

scalpel—
getting down
to basic structures

 


Betty Kaplan, US

February 14th 19..  

Roses, chocolates, and valentine cards. Takes me back to my first valentine.

The teacher in my kindergarten class placed a large cardboard box with a slit on top on the corner of her desk. We all marched up and dropped our handmade creations inside.

At the end of the day, the cards were pulled out and she called the names. My, did I blush when I heard Betty. The valentine was from Freddie. I don't remember him but I do remember how embarrassed I felt as I walked up the aisle.

red paper hearts
trimmed with white lace
the smell of paste
 

 

The Babbling Brook

One summer, my husband, myself and four year old Ellen went on a road trip.

Sight-seeing was great. We stayed in a different cabin every night. This time, the cabin was next to a babbling brook. It was enchanting to wander along the edge and watch the clear blue water wash over the rocks.

What a find this was We all looked forward to a relaxing night.

The cabin was lovely. There was a fireplace and the blankets had deep satin trim at the top and bottom. But to our chagrin, in the quiet of the night, the sound of the brook grew louder and louder and louder.

There was no sleep that night.

in the dentist's chair
listening to the gurgling
a bright new smile

 

 


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