Poetry of Issue #3                        Page 1
Table of Contents Click page 1 Click page 2 Click page 3 Click page 4 Click page 5 Click page 6 Click page 7 Click page 8 Click page 9 Click page 10 Click page 11 Click page 12 Click page 13 Click page 14 Click page 15 Click page 16 Click page 17 Click page 18 Click page 19 Click page 20 Click page 21 Click page 22 Click page 23 Click page 24 Click page 25 Click page 26 Click page 27 Click page 28 Click page 29 The Blog Bog The Mag Rack	A LATE WORK Then the crows stopped conversing, The angels stopped lecturing, And there was a great silence Broken only by a scraping. Then there was only the scraping. It lasted one half hour After which I thought I heard Myself trying to say "I am lost."            Donald Lev   10/15 __	PATCHES Nothing's very clear. Maybe what weather forecasters Mean by patchy fog. Thing to do is try to see Between patches A leaf here, a twig there, A cat with a bird in his mouth, A parked minivan.            Donald Lev    10/15__	SWEEPING I set myself sweeping. It was about time. You wouldn't believe The trash I collected All the advice on how To live and even How to die Along with invitations to luncheons To discuss such matters.                        Donald Lev   10/15__	TRANSCENDING Last time I tried Transcending myself I landed at the bottom Of a hill amongst A lot of rocks and wires And nails and stuff. But that doesn't mean I'll stop trying.                        Donald Lev   10/15__