week of May 7-13, 2007
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Constance Culver resides mostly in New York City, except for her heart which has permanent residence in San Francisco She has multiple personalities, each with a seperate alias, so as to afford time for each of her many talents and desires while here on Earth She cites her past lives as some of her strongest influences, one of which was spent as an Egyptian pharaoh, and another as an Amish farmgirl She spends most of her free time with her adoring partner, a MacBook, despite her conviction that it is slowly giving her a brain tumor
The following work is Copyright © 2007, and owned by Constance Culver and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.
I lay it on thick-
a pair of woolen mittens;
minus the scratch
minus the constraint
they are sound, permiting me to take up space
we swat at precipitation
[a clean slate requires upkeep]
we wipe woolen hairs from our runny noses
dampened and sticky from heated breath
still, our cheeks are rosey
and our bellies full
smiles through the cold air
which stings, then burns
i have chosen my battles-
though all battles are meant to be fought,
even the undulating and insurmountable
i fight weather.
though it may swap artillery
it does not hide
under blankets of sweat, or hail
Jeff is a poet and photographer living in Longmont, Colorado.
His poems and/or photographs have appeared in numerous magazines, most recently; Blinkzine Arts Magazine (regularly), ill-it-er-ate magazine, Kritya, Voices Israel Anthology (2007), Juice, Interpoetry, Ygdrasil and Red Fez Publications.
All links to his published poetry and photographs can be found at his personal website http://spahr-summers.spaces.live.com/.
The following work is Copyright © 2007, and owned by Jeffrey Spahr-Summers and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.
The Silver Coin
of old experiment
a token of old fears
remembered in my hand
the first President
on the front
A springbok on the back
Suid Afrika it says
soli deo gloria