Poetry of Issue #3                        Page 7
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	No If, No Whether Whether the simple facts blossom at dream's edge, as rocks rise and  float, or on the usual pavement where an Acadian bares her feet to reveal twelve neat toes, you love and learn not to ask idle questions. Wherever he is, that man who drank Saturday coffee after shopping, and if he will return to the outdoor  table  where he entered your life     after 5 minutes of comment on  two children and a dog, is another question The sun is out and the air richly cool, two bears descend, are still safe as late mint by the reservoir rocks refreshes what is almost perfect, and you chance upon late yellow  buds,  their first observer May 1996   2015               Roberta Gould____	La Amiga.  On the Rocks Nora's husband walks around the house like a "Gestapo inspector" and she is beginning to have serious headaches "Ay, Nora, I don't  know what to say you've told me the same story over the years Perhaps, you should return to Chile and live with your family" No need to die for love, one that existed long ago, and which is now  the flag               Roberta Gould____                             Receiver                             They say I was sixteen                              like the rest of you                             once                             I can't turn the knob                              to get to that station                             Hands gone                             I am a box                             sound                             what is broadcast                             A  network of wires I                             transmit what's  received                                           Roberta Gould____	Taking Charge          remembering Dan White Weevils in the rice Twenty five hundred students Twenty five minutes to go "Throw out the crap," he commands rolls up his sleeves whips up twenty five hundred portions of potato right on time               Roberta Gould____ For Stanley Nelson        Wind! You've saved me from my illusions Just a moment's exhalation this poem of an afternoon Overwhelmed by your currents it smashes on a rock Now I can breathe  with disinterest Forget Me Nots on the moss and a failing tulip capture my gaze  release it from  talking's  illusion and I can contemplate freedom no flag but a white butterfly perched on a fringed yellow petal it's wings pressed together miming a creature's eyes as it imbibes April's sun                             Roberta Gould ___