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Moving Words Series VI

Mother

she washes presses picks
threads off shakes her head
washes presses again
stares at it in the fading evening light
it doesn't hang just right
more threads then with a big
hot steam iron twice over
you put it on
she smiles you're
her poem

Mel Belin

Stifled Impulse

All the weight of this summer air-
heavy with humidity and honeysuckle-
flows over us, and,
three hundred miles from the Atlantic Ocean,
we drown in the brine of our sweat and tears,
ladled out like a soup for the gods.

Bernadette Geyer

Flight

On the other side of the inlet, behind the beach
A sandbar lies exposed by the tide.
Hundreds, thousands of seabirds have flocked here
Drawn by I don't know what.
Now the tide turns.
In one long swell of light
The seabirds rise into the air
As the sea swallows their ground.

Donald R. Winter

About the Series VI Poets:

Mel Belin is the author of a full-length book of poetry, Flesh That Was Chrysalis, published by the Word Works, Inc. He is an attorney in the General Counsel's Office of the Department of Housing and Urban Development.

Bernadette Geyer received her BA in Mass Communications from Allegheny College in Meadville, PA. Her poetry has appeared in several publications, including WordWrights!, Independence Boulevard, and Mid-America Poetry Review. She lives in Arlington and works in Washington, DC for a non-profit organization that promotes energy efficient technologies.

Donald Winter is a writer, editor, and (from time to time) journalist. He has published in Gargoyle Magazine.

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