Cyrus Taylor, Shaker Lake Predawn
Letter from Major Ragain
Selected quotes, November 1994
Duet of cards
lashed to the prow
deep winter wakeup
Tongue’s fire making out
the principle here
limited containment
Surf and snowy peaks
stuff of the midwest
rats in the granary
The pulse of days
bops back walking
where the earth is soft
Near the end
storm windows up
water black cuts
Standing rock
muted spirits
crater ruins of an Inca City
(these are Maj’s words, in Maj’s order …
I just removed the 90% in between)
~ Steven B. Smith
Cuyahoga
River of my Valley
mother with no child,
you sing as you walk,
a soft lullaby.
White in the snowfall,
grey in the rain.
Pouring over shallows
and rocky places.
Oh, mother, where is your child?
Where is your River child?
Pink and yellow in the wake of boats.
Purple under the bridge
and the colored lights.
~ Daniel Bellinger