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
Poems: "Let It Go" and "Her Love Is An Oaf"
by Bob Papcsy
Let It Go
I know she's gone,
but I see her
everywhere!
Is that fair?
I mean, three thousand
miles is death.
Betrayed by
random ressurections.
It's only phantoms
that I fathom.
But being aware
does not harness my
adrenalin
or regulate my
breathing.
The embodiment of
youth
a subtle
synthesis
of emotion and fantasy.
Real time,
inexorable,
that has passed.
That's not my fault!
Enamored of ephemera,
in love with
impulses
devoid of life,
knowing full well
it,s all my
fault,
so I've been taught.
Tenacity is self-indulgence,
a morbid grip on realities
lies. Let it go.
Her Love Is An Oaf
Her scrutiny of his
face should
dissolve his skin
under the intensity
of love that flows ceaselessly from
her eyes.
He seems involved
with his ego.
She knows and
patiently endures
the Self,
Her love, infatuated,
but unaware
of what could be
his,
continues his endless
discourse of what,
I am unaware,
but it is not
the words she
needs as her
attitude becomes more
analytical as her
hazy eyes clear.
If he had used
his orbs
and heart
to Look at her
they would be
hurrying
to a trysting site
instead of leaving
in opposite directions.
(Copyright 2006 by Bob Papcsy - No reproduction without express permission from the author)
Letter to the Author: Bob Papcsy at bobpapcsy@aol.com
Letter to the Editor: Cherie Staples SkyEarth1@aol.com