Volume 13, Issue 1
Winter 2006
Winter 2006
Table of Contents
From Editor Cherie Staples
Thoughts of a Seeker by Cherie Staples
Skyearth Letters: Winter, Democracy, and Fear - by Cherie Staples
Short Stories
Sparrow's Hand - by Harry Buschman
Poetry
Waterdownstone - by Richard Denner
The Sun and Other Poems - Corey Mesler
Poems: "An Ode to Desire" and "Three Girls" - by Damion Hamilton
Frozen Poem, a Friday and Other Poems - by Frances LeMoine
After Apples, Listening and Other Poems - by Tom Sheehan
Poems: "The Christmas Cactus" and "At the Boardwalk" - by Linda Benninghoff
The Visitorand Other Poems - by Joneve McCormick
Poems: "Let It Go" and "Her Love Is An Oaf" - by Bob Papcsy
"Hiroshima" and Other Poems - by Christian Ward
Ecology, Work, and Politics
The Lost Christmas Girl - by Frank Anthony
When Values Collide - by Peter Sawtell, Eco-Justice Ministries
Personal Growth
Developing Unconditional Love - by Susan Kramer
The Mighty Absence by Alan Morrison
Gifts - by Fred Bubbers
Seeker's Link of the Month:
Latorial Faison, poems for Black History Month.
Seeker Mission Statement - What is Seeker?
Submission Guide
Index of Previous Issues
Index of Contributors (updated through February 2005)
(A-J)
(K-Z)
Seeker Staff
The Sun and Other Poems
by Corey Mesler
The Sun
Turning my back
on the
sun
the shadow
appears. This is more
than metaphor.
Less than
literal.
The sun, so high it
hurts to
think about it,
is an eye.
The shadow a mote.
I fall
over my self
trying to write about
the sun,
its magnitude,
its incessant revelations.
You who
read this know
already.
The sun is just the latest
stop
for the pen,
for the shadow,
for the one who stays
awake
waiting for dawn,
for the dawn of metaphor.
Be my Legs
Poem,
get out there.
Rend the veil.
Love women.
Talk to children.
Hold the wind.
Debauch trees.
Run with dogs.
Touch something
deep within yourself,
myself.
Love women.
Be my legs.
Light
It flows in me
like the current of blood.
It spills from my lips
like the words that
brought you here.
And, in the end, when
it leaks from me
like the current of blood,
you will turn away.
You will say, I never knew
him really, so dark,
so always just within reach
like a bad thought.
Copyright 2006 - All Rights Reserved by Corey Mesler (No reproduction without express permission from the author)
Letter to the Author: Corey Mesler at chmesler@earthlink.net
Letter to the Editor: Cherie Staples SkyEarth1@aol.com