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Jayne Lyn Stahl's Writings

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Poem
Oct.12.2008
Poetry Magazine (online)
  in this city that isnot just a ghost, buta fractured ghostthose who run onhigher octane never stop torefuel, but proceed tonearest terminal. in this city hasidic fear ispalpable wherehungry nurses rollthe dice behindhoboken moon wheredeath hides in a doorway grinninganother sky-scraper drops   billboards singnet prophets hawklaptops  terror lurks inninety-...
Poem
Oct.11.2008
Jack Magazine
   For Sally Weisbord (“Aunt Sally”)  “Et lux in tenebris lucet” “and the light shineth in darkness.”                                                                                                      from John i, 1-5   Sally -- You never got to dance at my wedding  & I never got to eat those latkes you promised to make for me.   standing at santa...
Poem
Oct.09.2008
"Riding With Destiny"
To sit in  a dead man's chair   if only to know life escaped  from him, too  and to think he is putting the roof on my house in the other world. copyright Jayne Lyn Stahl   10/7/08
Poem
Oct.06.2008
Poetry Magazine (online)
    this is how it starts rhapsodic – rain pouring on the roof like no tomorrow like yesterday’s thunder old news. this is how it starts paned & painless windows open spineless clouds breaking through. what propels us compels only quiet – a city in search of itself a rider that is only half horse. this is how without purpose the rain urges razor sharp...
Article
Oct.06.2008
Lady Jane's Blog
“History is a responsibility Americans would rather not face.” Octavio Paz After several weeks of detention in a Karachi cell, journalist Daniel Pearl was videotaped before his execution, and given the chance to make a statement. Among the last things he had to say was that he sympathized with those captured, and held, in Afghanistan and Guantanamo Bay. Most of...
Article
Oct.06.2008
"Nuestra Voz;" a publication of International PEN Women's Writers' Conference
              A lot can happen in two weeks:  in two weeks we go to the polls in what will be a crucial election.  On November 2nd, we get to opt for regime change in Washington, and possibly eliminate what history may someday view as the greatest weapon of mass destruction the world has to worry about today –the man who is currently sitting in the White House...
Poem
Oct.05.2008
Lummox Journal
   Death taps me on the shoulder this morning, and says             “we need to talk.” “indeed we do,” I say, & stare him squarely in the jaw.  “What have you been doing with yourself,” I ask.             “managing gravity,” says he, “speaking of             which you’ve been avoiding me.” “averting, not avoiding,” says me.             “that’s semantics,”...
Poem
Oct.05.2008
The Ginosko Review
              for Michael McClure          Astonished as glass shattered by the roadside I watch sleep escape from you raw as a lover fresh from bed.   you remember the passing of another like a walk in a dangerous park or fire in a foreign tongue a substance you have yet to receive   your beauty the makeshift mattress from which you descend a room that is...
Poem
Oct.05.2008
Oakland Out Loud (anthology of poetry from PEN Oakland)
                “Tell me at what hour I need               to be carried aboard.”                    Jean-Arthur Rimbaud     they took your blood for free they took your blood to sample like wine on the ship that left without you still wild birds amass on your Africa where scent of your century hides still rooms to let on streets of savage inquiry. we wait like...
Poem
Oct.05.2008
Poetry Magazine (online)
    I can feel you between my thighs  like a flash of light on dark pavement. I can smell your sweat on the palm of my hand   all that’s left an impulse like salt on a stunning wound this memory a harbor without boats  still bearing  a flash of light.