[image by dr bryce beverlin]skip.8 [february 2006]
[image by dr bryce beverlin]
teresa mock : seattle rain storm
sean conejos : the path of the butterflies
pamela beverlin : a poem for christa
teresa mock
For Christa Beverlin
It's raining in Seattle today
I watch the cartoon drops on the weather report
I wonder if you went to the beach
You like to collect the drift wood
and other things you find there to
make wind chimes
Or maybe you went to the market instead
They have lots of fresh things
We'll have to go when you visit, you say, you'd love
it
You met someone in Seattle
A musician
He likes kayaking
He bought you a kayak
It is green
You can't wait for me to meet him, you tell me, I'd
really like him
His hair is sort of long and he likes surfing
He's really smart and into all that organic stuff I
like
You're living together now and you're the best of
friends
Your voice is so clear now
You sound so alive
You don't even mind the rain
I laugh and tell you it's funny you had to go
find some rain clouds to loose your
dark cloud
You laugh at the irony as well ask me if I think it's
always
that way
Yes, I tell you, I do
And there you are smiling in your Seattle rain storm
Letting the water run into your eyes and mat your
Hair.
sean conejos
Trees rustled as I gently placed
myself in my seat
Breathed in the beautiful day
Minding my own business
When a butterfly fluttered along the way
She stopped and landed
I looked at her, admiring her beauty.
Her presence, mentally and physically,
Made my heart quite happy.
I wished this joy would last absolutely.
She chased me
And I chased her.
Despite a few differences,
I thought it was paradise being together.
I hoped this feeling would last forever.
Looking in her eyes, I pondered,
“Why is she here with me?
Sharing our time and our lives
In this great sensation of harmony”
I thought this would last indefinitely.
But one day, the wind picked up;
A warning… no… a signal that she needed to leave.
I held her tight for one last time
And she fluttered away on her own path.
… I knew it would not last…
I hope to see her again
Cross paths again one day.
Until then, I will remember, reminisce, and dream.
And, although we had to part ways,
Now it is my turn,
My turn to spread my wings and fly away.
But I’m still thinking, hoping, and wishing…
jessica popp
I heard the most lovely singing today
It was coming from my own throat
I traipsed around the campus
I took off my coat
I stood among people I knew
I sang and sang and sang
I told them they could join me
They just thought I was insane!
I sang for all the people
Whose voices are not heard
Who try to make us listen
But we can't hear a word
I sang for small children
Who are learning everything new
I sang for their mothers
And for their fathers, too
I just kept singing
It was a glorious sound
When I finally finished making song
When I finally looked around
I realized everyone had left
Just went about their day
I picked up my books
And went along my way
But I walked on
Just kept right on singing
I felt like an angel today
Except no one cared for the joy I was bringing
pamela beverlin
I made you coffee this morning.
(I gave you a bottle and rocked you to sleep)
What fragrance should I get you from Bath and
Body?
(Nivea, Nivea, Nivea...from your fingers to your tiny toes)
Be careful while you are driving out there tonight
(Look both ways before crossing the street)
No, I love you more...
(I love you my sweet Annie Pannie)
wilt hodges
Such a sad thing to not have yours
Such a sad thing to stay indoors
So you say they feign deaf when you scream?
And critique your words when you are mute?
In a packed room,
On an attentive night,
You find you can not captivate
And take flight over your sad plight.
Around and Around, this
Cycle carries on.
Until the thing ceases to continue;
The center can not hold.
You open your mouth
But another speaks;
Close it shut
And their heads turn.
Attention without the Attitude
Charisma without the Command
Position without the influence:
Your time will soon come.
Swagger on, Silent Orator
Until you find what it is,
That is yours.
christa beverlin
sit crunched into the corner
of our breakfast nook
laptop a priority over cereal
the sun is shinning today
i email you about its rays
seeping through our window
fall on ferns in the sill.
it is a chilly 44
too cold to go kayaking
but i still entertain the thought
wet suit?
he glides into the kitchen
(just the way you pictured him)
warm sleepy smile
mismatched bed hair
and days of stubble
he takes the soggy bowl of cereal
we should have waffles with strawberries
organic
of course,
he went to the market yesterday
fresh fish and veggies.
OE and TT wander through the kitchen
on a mission to the water hole.
as i type he sings along to the radio
off key
but i wouldn’t have it any other way
clammy fingers ridden with batter he comes over
slides in next to me
eyes talking
listening lips:: amazing we am
a quick peck
goodmorning
i love you
pajamas fold
toaster pops
his eyes smile
finally something good
today he says: we should go kayaking
with wide eyes i laugh
it’s only 44
he serves a waffle
mounted strawberries
and says one word
wet suits.