Copyright (C) 2001 by Roland Icking RUSTLINGS of the WIND
Pandiculation Issue, 2nd Quarter 2001
ISSN 1524-7066  

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Welcome to our quiet little spot in the chaos of the world. Here we find our moments to mourn or celebrate, tell the tale or wonder why.

Roland Icking presents a few pieces of his membrane-twisted art. We've brought back Picture Poetry so everybody can take part of his art.

Our newest editor, Mia McLaughlin joins us as a connoisuer of literary works. Her comments and suggestions have quickly gained my trust as being both technically detailed and emotionally sensitive.

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Night Time Fears by Sharon Alsop
The night seeps through the door
Lights blazing to erase the black
I feel the chill silently advance
...
Dirt and Denial by Julie Murdock
And we all have a bit of dirt in us,
But you held the microscope the wrong way around,
You saw me more than your field of vision would allow;
...
Your Beauty by Jackson Jones
Dawn.
I awake slowly
and wipe the sleep
...
Copyright (C) 2001 by Roland Icking
Nature's Revenge by Kenneth JP Drysdale
Death's sweet scent,
winds blow a path of time,
leaves fall to the ground, buds
...
Changeling by Cailean Darkwater
Light's grasping tendrils drag me from my dreams.
I'd prefer to stay in my cosy, warm bed, but I suppose I should get myself into gear ...
A thundering knock at the door!
Groping vaguely on my bedside table. I pick up my confused Face, a cacophony of colour, motley hues chasing each other across glossy painted surface inset with black opal eyes. Slipping it on, I shamble towards the front door.
...
MEASURING THE HOURS by Taylor Graham
Water apple juice cold water
a crisp dawn walks across the meadow.
Footprints in snow the night’s pads
...
THE SUNSET by Durlabh Singh
Sinking the sun will drown in its own blood
Touching
With last conscience its oozed out blood
...
Copyright (C) 2001 by Roland Icking
THE SITUATION by Monica D. Blache
While they drove into the center of the night's fog, the windshield wipers swiped away traces of the clinging mist.
He shifted into fifth gear and her thoughts revved into a mindless game of solitaire.
...
Mountain by Mark Phillips
Oh happy holiness that invites us to dance the festive
With celebrant angels before we get there.

Oh bursting bloom in concrete on withering days, display
...
Copyright (C) 2001 by Roland Icking
Desperation by Sharon Alsop
Darkness overwhelming,
drowning can no one see.
Holding on to nothing,
...
Blue Heart by Kenneth JP Drysdale
The color of cold melts still,
inside the pit of a soul,
A sun key to the lonely door,
...
the butchered mothers with their unborn children by john sweet
it is a
huge thing done quickly
and the eyes are
shamed
...
Copyright (C) 2001 by Roland Icking
Articulation of the Desert by Rodney Duke
As the desert absorbs the solar day,
the voices soothe my hidden grief.
From the Ironwood to the Agape,
...
A World for Georgiana by Vasilis Afxentiou
She soon felt much better. Sunny thoughts splintered the bizarre apparitions that only a while ago she thrashed at trying to fend off.
She leaned her head back now and stretched her swan-like neck soaking up the titillating humus of the pool. Her body felt warm and rich. The phantoms of the dream ebbed with the flow of dawn.
...
EASE by Monica D. Blache
He always deceived with ease. He eased into his lies like a comfortable pair of slippers. His breath never choked as the words rolled out. His canvas -- a woman's soul.
His intent was to make his victim swallow his deception with ease.
...
In the Subway by Joshua Marshall
I think it was late Monday afternoon when she became apparent to me.
The previous month had been a hectic one, full of the subtle politics that go hand in hand with working in an office. I had been reluctantly dragged into a contest between two managers and both had insisted I bolster their argument with my accord.
...

Pandiculation \Pan*dic`u*la"tion\, n. [L. pandiculari to stretch one's self, fr. pandere to spread out.] A stretching and stiffening of the trunk and extremities, as when fatigued and drowsy.
Source: Webster's Revised Unabridged Dictionary, © 1996, 1998 MICRA, Inc.

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