Michael Brownstein
This is one of those nights you never dream,
The sky not on fire, but burning.
Alison Fradkin
She doesn’t walk, she struts. Hips swiveling like a hula dancer, legs flexing
like a ballet dancer. She wears shoes with lots of straps and dresses with none.
Don Shearn
I was born in a village situated under a plastic bubble.
Because of television, the bubble seemed like the real world.
Julie Blumberg
children built by both your blood and bone,
are lifted above it all too
by the buoyancy of your heart.
Creative Exchange 2009
Winners and Losers
Robin Subar
Ken Sommer
Laughing out loud, customers understand, he’s
Looking for the worm hole to the Utopian Star.
Fred Gordon
You can find the dates.
The stories, one by one, year by year,
With no one who remembers,
Disappear.
Mary Jane Gabrielsen
I have opened the window of change. I might have thought ahead;
the furnace is on and the trees are losing their leaves.