May 26-June 1, 2003: C.C. Russell and Terrie Leigh Relf

week of May 26-June 1, 2003



C.C Russell and Terrie Leigh Relf


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C.C Russell
c_c_russell@hotmail.com

Bio (auto)

I currently work as the assistant manager of a video games store in Hicksville, New York on Long Island where I live with my wife In the past, I have worked as a convenience store clerk, a hotel desk clerk and d.j at a small bar in Wyoming My poetry has appeared in or is forthcoming from Xconnect, The Owen Wister Review, Whiskey Island Magazine and Lungfull! amongst others I hold a BA in English from the University of Wyoming.

The following work is Copyright © 2003, and owned by C.C Russell and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsover without written permission from the author

Mantra

Avoid skin Believe
in the god
of Thursdays
Take small steps
Don’t think
too much
(previously published in Joey and the Black Boots magazine, #41)


Another Saturday Night

You paint
a watercolor valentine
on your wrist
You say
the right words
You pretend
your knuckles
are not broken.


The Burn and the Drainage

And the white
of that darkness,
driving through a blizzard
across I-80
spun out
trying to keep
the road
underneath you
Bonnie, that night, when things
nearly lost themselves
and you found salvation
in a small tattoo
on your breast.


Terrie Leigh Relf
tlrelf@cox.net

Bio (auto)

Terrie Leigh Relf lives in San Diego, CA She hopes that you won’t hold that against her .Among other things, she’s the poetry editor and “Poet’s Workshop” columnist for writersmonthly.us and emcees an open mic at Santos on the 4th Sunday of every month, from 5-7pm Upcoming publications include NFG, Underworlds, Sidereality, and EUTO.

The following work is Copyright © 2003, and owned by Terrie Leigh Relf and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsover without written permission from the author

Washington St Bridge

I look down from the edge
of the vajra-blue suspension bridge
tatooed teens in torn clothes
lean against a concrete slab of wall

they wait for something
and I wonder what that something is

even  though I want to read
the sand-etched quote from Lao Tzu
I don’t cross the bridge
because I’m afraid of heighths

we look skyward
the sound of ten-thousand cranes
shaking the bridge

Cliterature: on the origins of language

my clitorus says she wants to write a poem
I told her to be quiet
that I was trying to sleep
but she was insistent
I told her that it’s been awhile
since she’s been out and about
and that poetry of the moment
of experience
is preferable to
the ponderings of
confabulated memories

perhaps she should wait until
she has more recent experience

but she was adamant
said, I have memories of many hands
and tongues
and there once was a toe or two

all right
I tell her
go ahead
write
and this is what she said

I am the origin of language
the first sound thrust
from labial mouth
I am the universal tongue
pressed against fecund flesh
I defy definition
pulsate with meaning
signify awe

for those who think
I am arbitrary
a nuisance
a subject/object
of social disorder
beware!

for when severed
mutilated
or otherwise tarnished
I will be your
undoing