Rustlings of the Wind

ISSN 1524-7066

Welcome. This issue is huge. There are so many superb and eloquent writings in here. There's insanity, seduction, loneliness, wind gypsies, possessed machines, defiance, shadows, Heather and Jimmy, royalty of the heart, and no more's. And it's all good.

The art showcased in this issue is a small selection from the online gallery of David Walters. The art is excellent, as I'm sure you'll agree, and the brain patterns each piece engages is enjoyable. Take a moment to appreciate his art. Write a free-form response in the Picture Poetry section. And visit Mr. Walters gallery.

Now, jump in and enjoy yourself. Scroll down.

write about the beautiful stone.
Copyright (c) 1998-2000 by David Walters
"Set In Stone"
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Rita Rita Bo Beada by Maryann Hazen
Rita says there are too many people
telling her what to do
      in her head.
[ m o r e ]

Water Nymphs by Rachel Teoh
The purple depths when night has fell arouse the nymphs from sleep
They gather on the blackened rocks and weave out through the waters deep,
[ m o r e ]

the grass isn't green enough anymore by Preston Holston

the grass isn't green enough anymore
the trees stopped dancing with the wind
[ m o r e ]

In a tiny room by Laurence Overmire

the dust upon the floor
a cache of broken curios
[ m o r e ]

Astonishment Glides by Mark Phillips

Astonishment glides in from outside our locked-up fears,
when we have boasted about our faith,
[ m o r e ]

Wind Gypsies by David Messler

I stand on the mountaintop, alone but free.
Winds swirl and clasp pulling at me.
[ m o r e ]

talk to it
Copyright (c) 1998-2000 by David Walters
"Whisper"
THE ENCHANTED TYPEWRITER by James Geegan
The first time I noticed I was merely the operator of the typewriter and that the machine itself was the real brains happened while sitting late at night trying to figure out just where that old muse of mine had crept off to this time.
[ m o r e ]

Elegy for the Eighth Day by Denis Michel Garrison

From the palisades of Umiak, the arctic elders call.
San Rafael illuminati find their guru at the mall.
[ m o r e ]

No More by Leah Holguin
Angels stacked upon crosses
All that reamins in this field
Screaming silently
[ m o r e ]

CONNECTION by Lydia D. Hart

As I was enveloped by a shadow of my emptiness,
      how could this day be so full of light and
promise?
[ m o r e ]

a poem without words
Copyright (c) 1998-2000 by David Walters
"Paranoic Portrrait"
MY SHADOW by Duane Locke
My shadow performed angular acrobatics,
As if music hall performer in Nineteenth-Century Paris.
[ m o r e ]

Wonderland by Jennifer Sweeney

Fairlylands and flying angels
Guarding me and guiding me
[ m o r e ]

Tadano, "The Crane" by Pamela Stollings

His benevolent limb cranes
up to the sky
He attracts and retracts
to please his master
[ m o r e ]

Strange World by Justin Foley

How strange it is
To see a world where
No one is truthful,
[ m o r e ]

Cannibals by J. Kevin Wolfe
I was standing at the gates of Hell
A vegetarian shook the iron from inside
and with a horrid face, "Cannibals,
we're all Cannibals" he sighed
[ m o r e ]

CURTAINS by Duane Locke

The curtains closed their eyes,
The room vanished.
[ m o r e ]

The Leaving Pool by Kevin W. Grossman
She thinks of skipping a stone across Deadwood Pond,
shifting foot weight on waters marsh edge, reed fence
forts hide the rose anklet tattoos from college sorority
[ m o r e ]

Poem for Heather by Todd Contsnipe

Like a falling mist on a hazy afternoon,
she breathes a freshness into stale and bitter days.
[ m o r e ]

With These Hands I by J. Kevin Wolfe
With these hands I
have held the most precious
human thing:
[ m o r e ]

royals by Chris Wanten

my one
and only
my queen
of dreams
who I adore
in sleep
[ m o r e ]

No More Shall I Care by Trisha Hanudel

No more will I listen to the lies
They bring me too close to my own demise
[ m o r e ]

The Tragic Memory by Misty Lynn Lackey

The midnight tragedy turned for the worse.
A often occurrence of destiny turned into failure.
[ m o r e ]

write about this
Copyright (c) 1998-2000 by David Walters
"Float"
Jane Vodee O’Doe by Maryann Hazen
I wish to have an exotic name
      take a luscious name
            a saucy name, a glossy name
[ m o r e ]

Remington by Jennifer Sweeney

Tumbleweed spinning through this lonely desert
I ride upwards toward the layered mountains
[ m o r e ]

Criminal by Trisha Hanudel
So you think it's finally over now
Running from your past again
Believing you're invincible
[ m o r e ]

A Poem for Jimmy by Pamela Stollings

He cried out with a passionate plea
when I said goodbye
forever
[ m o r e ]

write down your dreams
Copyright (c) 1998-2000 by David Walters
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