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  November 2014
volume 11 number 2
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  Tresha Faye Haefner
  Alex Johnson
  Rick Lupert
  Holly Magill
  Terry McCarty
  William Mohr
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  Julia Stein
  Viola Weinberg
  Terry Wolverton
  John Yamrus
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Julia Stein November 2014



photo by james barros

    Julia Stein is co-author of the upcoming non-fiction book Shooting Women: Behind the Camera, Around the World (London, 2015). She has published five books of poetry, the latest which is What Are They Like. She has edited two books of poetry: Walking Through a River of Fire: 100 Years of Triangle Fire Poetry and Every Day Is an Act of Resistance: Selected Poems of Carol Tarlen.



With the Moon

I want to see you if not now but soon,
the day a hot desert I cross without you,
want you driving up to my house with the moon
shining on you: its rays to wreath you too.

I will greet you hiding all my longing.
Ive waited for you a whole two long weeks
from when we first talked. Hopefully evening
will rush by as I long to touch your cheek.

Yes, Im aching for the evenings quick end
as I wonder where will our first kiss be?
On my couch? Will my hand jump out or send
a shy touch? What magic will draw you to me?

I would kiss you as the green earth spins five
seconds round the sun searing us both alive.

copyright 2014 Julia Stein



Death Came on a Friday to the College

Death came to the parking lot dressed in all black
carrying a big gun and a black backpack on Friday.
He was a day too late for me driving in 7:40 am Thursday as
I walked past the huge brick wall barricading the construction
into the bungalow where my students wrote their last exam
exam before they turned into butterflies to fly away.

Death, dressed in all black, carried a big gun a, black backpack,
1,300 rounds of ammunition, arrived Friday in a carjacked car, opened
fire, killing the father Carlos Franco, the gardener who tended
the colleges plants and flowers. Death shot his daughter Marcela
buying textbooks for summer school, a life full of dreams destroyed
as their red car rammed into the low brick wall.

Death walked toward the library, the beating heart of the college,
full of students studying for final exams, where like birds they learned
to begin their outward journeys flying off into the sky. There
he shot Margarita Gomez collecting cans to donate money to her
church. She died at the hospital. No longer would she come to the
Latino Club with her bag of coins for St. Judes Children Hospital.

copyright 2014 Julia Stein