Issue 27 - Columbia: A Journal of Literature and Art

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WILLIAM LOGAN The Thunderstorm The heat. The soiled heat. And then the night. The painted bugs carved arches through the lights, moths of the burning prairie, moths of the moon. Who were we not to pay for our emotions? That night our dull words echoed afterwards, A cotton-wool deafness burned the inner ear into Odyssey of vertigo, the fire sirens wheedling out their song. Love filtered through the summer's anesthesia. The Greeks would have recognized our yellow heat, the bruises of the mounting thunderheads. A rough parenthesis. And then the rain— the corrugated tin erupted like sin. Slugs The fallen pastures under slash pine raged as still as revelation; and blindly came the lumbering night slugs, their crippled process beneath the waving horns of the landlord snail. The houseless cannot but envy the housed. Our north walls peeled in the sweet-gum's shadow. I saw the palms fan upward to the sun, life unto life, as if a soul would agree. The garden strangled on the blackened husks; the treefrogs trimmed their voices to oak. Our tin roof, burning in the wartime forties, lit up the blackened zones. The attic breathed of heart pine over charred beam. The flare of a match and even our harsher world would choke with ash.
JUDITH BAUMEL Hot One moment it was hot. Hot. Hot. It was the only adjective you'd gotten down, heavy, aspirated, breathy itch and everything you saw or touched or tasted was hot. The word to describe all properties of all things, nature, feeling, your feeling. A sign. Emotion. Your emotion, caught in the knot of this word, this listen-to-me. Hot. But later, instead of murmuring patter as you toddled, the words began to matter. One night in a fit of desperation as you tried to keep us with you in your room, standing in the crib long after supper, you discovered talking. Horse.Your eyes lit up, a brilliant ploy.Yes, horse, now sleep. Car. Now pointing to the cars on your sheets. Balloon. And Dog. Looking, pointing, engaging. Ah, yes, we sigh, if we could only act your age. CHARLES NORTH As Moonlight Becomes You refining the swale for the sake of ordinary life, which isn't orderly but does undergo a pattern of resolute change because you supply the necessity: hence ordinary life which isn't orderly, marches on ahead into a swirl of reddening leaves because you supply the necessity. Hence the moon is rampant, flitting between you.
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