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FALL 2012 ISSUE



DOMAINE DES DIEUX REFLET by Karen Greenbaum-Maya

DOMAINE DES DIEUX REFLET by Karen Greenbaum-Maya



IN GERMAN
by Karen Greenbaum-Maya

August 1, Munich

Here, heat floats up off sidewalks wide enough for troop movements. Itís so hot the starlings wilt in the grass, so hot my shoelaces wonít stay tied. You didnít tell me about door levers not knobs, toilets with platforms not wells, also not about Eiskaffe, how the caffeine buzz and sweet cream schlag you into a smoky stupor. Two can make me invisible. Here, trees are caged in public parks. They shade old angry women, the odd man jerking off. Seems everyoneís trying to scrub something clean. Even so, trash stench hits me at dawn at ten paces. I hunted for the Universityís Foreign Student office, walked three times up and down past the building. I couldnít figure how the doors worked. Here, summer dresses are in German, but mine donít translate. Car horns have German accents, high and insistent. I work hard to understand. I sleep 10 hours a night, but I donít know the words in German, even when I dream.








POPCORN CANDY by Myles Boisen

POPCORN CANDY by Myles Boisen



THE CHINATOWN (SAN FRANCISCO)
by Erren Geraud Kelly

The Chinese secretaries
Flood the streets at rush hour
Flowing like pure gauze
And they are gorgeous
But rarely are they seen
With black men
Sometimes, they take a white man
As a lover
So I give a little gaze and
Keep walking
I pass by Kerouac alley
Singing snippets of "caro mio bien"
An Italian song
I once learned in voice class
As I walk down grant street
Consumed in my rapture
My singing is destroyed by the thud
Of a metal pipe
I see an old chinaman
Bludgeoning a catfish
The fishís head exploding into a bloom
Of kaleidoscope red
My reaction is horror But the chinaman says
No stop. You keep going. You keep singing.











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