The Aurora Review

Winter/Spring 2005


Neither Here Nor There by Amy Bouse
Neither Here Nor There (Grandma) by Amy Bouse

...For More
by Bridgette Alyce

the Joshua tree
leans like a crooked,
whiskered man,
straining against the night winds

outside my window
in quiet repose, and languid,
my spirit begs...


the half moon spies
on my vast, sleeping
desert, but slumber
escapes & will not be found,

for the heart of me palpitates,
the mind rages & body pleads...

the candlelight pierces
corners of waking images

creeping up my walls,

calling from memories
sobbing, softly,
reaching out from
my very soul... 

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