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PARALLEL LINES
by Paul Smith My first brush with parallel lines Was in grade school A yellow tablet of writing paper Where I wrote cursive Frustrated by Their limits Or my fingers' restlessness Soon after that I stared at the windows Of my parents' home Framed in the heat of Venetian blinds Held tight by the Twine of family love Finally parallel lines Offered an exit Ribbons of rails Taking me To intersections Traffic circles And polygons And I forgot one more Sophomore year in Geometry I learned Parallel lines cross Somewhere far away |
LINES CONVERGE by Ruben Briseno Reveles |
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THE SEVENTH LAW OF MOTION
by Steven D. Pace Atheists say heaven-going is flaky. Ah, but Isaac found escape Out there in that burning night more and more Motion a— blur until blown out— I mean— people burn out At eighty-four Lightning weird things happened to him. Swinging the physics axe, he Simmered in summertime Sampled flavored ice & figs Savored vermicelli Mr. Newton had no children so there was no one to whip. Yet he never knew intelligent astronauts. The ones who peer down at the rainforest through Spacesuits as god does belligerent dances Their spacecraft in a barbecue Roll while drinking Tang Y'know, Mr. Newton never married. I call it The San Francisco Moon Walk, sonny He must've feared polyester dress Or being covered in ash by the Golden Mother His last days darkened Via kidney stones and mercury |
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A DEDICATED TEACHER
by Milton P. Ehrlich Legend reveals a Zen monk named Bodhidhama, cut off his eyelids to prevent falling asleep. When he threw his eyelids on the ground— tea leaves grew that kept all the monks awake. He then taught them Kung Fu. |
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