Note from the Editors

 

   SEEING RED 

    ENDU(RED) ADMI(RED)
    DESI(RED) WONDE(RED)
    RUMO(RED) ADO(RED)
    ENAMO(RED) INSPI(RED)
    DISCOVE(RED) SAC(RED)
    HUNGE(RED) WONDE(RED)
    EXPLO(RED) FEATU(RED)
    AUTHO(RED) SEA(RED)
    DA(RED) UNCENSO(RED)
    SOA(RED) ADVENTU(RED)

 

 

    


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truth in plain song


wait for war silent at the foot of the Buddha

nuns listen, stones sing eternal songs

whales swim soft into the mouth of the cave
destruction is everywhere

nuns listen to stones sing eternal songs
whales hide from Navy’s sonic sound
destruction hides everywhere
no one no where safe

whales hide from Navy’s shrill sounds
Beach boys surf waves
no one no where safe
Bikini girls hit balls over nets

Beach boys play, surf waves
Nuns are abused behind stonewalls
Bikini girls hit balls over nets
same abuse rate, these women on the outside

Nuns are sexually abused behind stonewalls
really, a survey was done
they have the same abuse rate as women on the outside
a secret in the cave of the Catholic church

really, a survey was done
whales swim into the mouth of the cave
secrets hide in the cave of the Catholic church
wait for war silent at the foot of the Buddha


Julene Tripp Weaver has a private counseling practice in Seattle. Her book, No Father Can Save Her, is published by Plain View Press. Her chapbook, Case Walking: An AIDS Case Manager Wails Her Blues, is writing from her work through the heart of the AIDS epidemic. Her poems are published in many journals, a few include Qarrtsiluni, Drash, Menacing Hedge, Gutter Eloquence, Cliterature, San Pedro River Review, and Future Earth Magazine; most recently her work is included in Garrison Keillor’s collection, Good Poems American Places, and in the anthology, Wait A Minute, I Have to Take Off My Bra. She does wordplay on Twitter @trippweavepoet and has a website: www.julenetrippweaver.com.


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