Poetry of Issue #2                        Page 9
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 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 The Blog Bog The Mag Rack	GARDENS OF THE HOMELESS He was waiting for light from the sky to go from black to bone to rose. "I came from the south, one man says, my mama and father taught me how to garden. Oh God I used to plant tomatoes, cucumbers watermelon--all beautiful and flowers, squash. I pick up bottles and cans and I be cashing them in to buy food. I'm home- less, not helpless. I don't like people to come here with cameras. You don't know where your picture might go, your soul. Some times in early light I try to forget the ones I left so I could start all over remembering them          lyn lifshin	JAMES' GARDEN we have all kinds of things in the garden and the garden looks very nice and we have, we have a lady's head with a knife pointing at her. That's for a reason and because a lot of people know that means trouble. Even the cops know what it means. And we leave it outside at night time. Nobody touch it. And we got a black sword in the back. Like I said, we got a lot of things in the garden, a lot of art. And like I said, it beautiful          lyn lifshin	BO'S GARDEN-- GARDENS OF THE HOMELESS We have number one tent and number one garden and anybody tell you that. We Proud of that, you understand. We proud and that why every morning we clean and rake out our yard up. Every time you walk by thee you see it clean. Every day I come by here. Ain't junky, ain't dirty. It clean. Man, you under stand we are home- less, not helpless          lyn lifshin__	GARDENS OF THE HOMELESS: DWAYNE We put in painted rocks. You see that one, like crying, yeah, crying and after, we put the painting like that. We make it shiny and that's the way it dry like that. That from black Africa. And the other man, he picking out the big rocks over head and the crying comes from black Africa and the tears are coming down and it looks real too          lyn lifshin__