Adams, Danny: “Next August”
We asked them to come, once,
settle with us and share our lives
in peace, and peace is what we’ve known
Poetry
Bergmann, F. J.:”Noon Blue Apples”
In the morning we rose uneasily, when
the sun was a panther’s eye slitted gold,
in a sky spotted with clouds. Someone like
a milkman had left us four tetrahedral
cartons filled with an unattractive purple
fluid. We called fish from the river to swim
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Brown, Ada Milenkovic: “Kafka Respun”
Kafka Respun
When Gregor Samsa woke from dream one day
Strange feelings soon assailed within his ken—
Where roaches once on walls had sought to play
Were tiny, writhing, melancholy men.
Henderson, Samantha: “Berry Cobbler”
Berry Cobbler
It’s a very old recipe. Almost
primitive.
1/2 cup of butter and 1/2 cup of sugar, creamed together.
Add 1/2 cup milk, one cup flour, two teaspoons, baking powder, a dash of salt.
Spread in a greased baking dish.