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AHA On-line Books
2008

 

A FILM OF WORDS
Symbiotic Multi-genre Poetry

Jane Reichhold
Werner Reichhold

 

 
   

Table of Contents

Jane's works are in italic;
Werner's are in normal fonts.

Introduction

MESSAGES FROM MARS

ADDING 2 TO TWO

OPEN ME CAREFULLY

TWO WAYS ABOUT IT

MILLENNIUM MUSIC

HOW DARE THEY?

HOUSES OF THE HEART

WINDBLOWN AROMATIC HEIRS

HER HYMN

PRIZE POEM

FOOD FOR THOUGHTS

A SUITCASE OF KANSAS

INTO MY HEART

AN OCEAN OF IDEAS

PUBIC CRIMES

BILL'S BILLS

GAMESTERS

SENIOR PICTURES

   

 

INTO MY HEART

Impalpable   
milk into night sky
            one way to go home

             turning loose
a herd of snowflakes
            the lover's lips unseen

tautly in us
a denial of waiting
                     seeds                     
                   are we mistaken                      
                  when they fly by
                
            honey webs of wings

a thousand stirring wings of organ-eyesed water
scrape and tarnish your hands to reveal in the cottonwoods

where you have a dark vision as you buy me coffee and muffins
the limits of consecutive grammar remain muted, even startled

strolling through the museum of rotted wood and dust
when we are changed into minnows within a river

for these reasons I reach across the knife point's voice
while the foolish greenhouses of women soak in cold milk

what we feed
the bacteria
they give back to us
on the right shoulder
a mattress blocks Hwy. 1

seen from my window it rests as a large mountain
 with a few dragonflies over a pond is a light musical
form pictured as a disturbed state of mind

the way you look in
hot spring’s waters
bubbles looking back at you

                             gone equal
weight of genitals     selected
                         smell of musk

fowintoheart

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

the way it pesters you

the song              the alphabet
                        computer-light

no virus found in this incoming message

 

the letter with it said they could not come even though the invitation was open-ended in an ecstasy derived by turning from this world
to leaves sung in a birch's domed goldness rushing upward that drifts away with the plenitude of holidays which last only for an hour or two or three a day
who is afraid about the other you who's with me, still some of life's mysteries can be solved by ampersands or the dots of ellipsis

tattooed
her skin + art
in the Tokyo museum

their bones stiffen into skulls of roses as the boat
 of the blue one touches the red one's stomach

you lie down between two pillows of broken rhythms

 

   
   
 

 

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Previously published in Lynx XXIII:2, June, 2008
Text and Images Copyright © Designated Authors 2008