April 25-May 1, 2005: Cyndy Krey and Eileen Frazier

week of April 25-May 1, 2005



Cyndy Krey and Eileen Frazier


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Cyndy Krey
clkrey@unique-software.com

Bio (auto)

Cyndy Krey’s poems have appeared online at the Sante Fe Poetry Broadside, received honorable mention in the College of St Catherine Denny Creative Writing prize, and been featured at local coffee shop writing contests in St Paul, Minnesota Hey, $500 and free coffee for a week is just about as good as it gets!

In addition to taking writing classes online, she programs computers and works with folks using technology to teach.

The following work is Copyright © 2005, and owned by Cyndy Krey and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.

Haiku

hand quilted–
from quarter inch seams,
flying geese appear

local church art show–
birch bark and feather spirit dolls
eight hundred dollars

on the phone all night
daughter and boyfriend argue —
how long can it last?

birthday cake
fifteen candles —
driving is next

News

Red Lake, Minnesota.  Women, children, a grandfather blown away.  At
the high school the boy made eye contact and aimed at their faces
through the window.  Shards of teeth and glass.  Nine dead.  One of
them a fifteen-year-old father raising an infant son by himself.  Two
best friends still in ICU.  Five others listed in fair condition No one believed he was “for real ”  They say he acted alone. 
Neo-nazi.  Wanna-be goth.  Just another teenager.  In the end, he
aimed the gun at himself and pulled the trigger.


Red Lake massacre
cheek bones, eye sockets torn away–
yesterday’s news


Eileen Frazier
eileen_frazier@hotmail.com

Bio

I am a single parent living and working in Chicago.

The following work is Copyright © 2005, and owned by Eileen Frazier and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.

Winter on Lower Wacker

throw-away humans
lay hidden
under the el train
urine-soaked gutters
American streets
thread-bare blankets
shroud
blank eyes
broken faces
breathless bodies
old booze seeps
moth-eaten dignity
clammy skin
rotten teeth
collapsable cardboard
house
glad bags of lost dreams
ragged woolen caps
tattered hooded sweats
gray skies
dirty melting snow
battered souls
wait
on cold cement


black charred corpse
on the road
I watch tv and talk politics


stranger at the door
breaks a window
it’s my son


cars rage by
house falls down
I listen for birds


lone raindrop
on white lily
splashes my face


chinese homeless couple
push wooden wheelbarrow
smile for the camera


vietnamese bikers
wear face scarves and conincal hats
crammed ho chi minh streets


asian elephant
curtsies
for her food