The Aurora Review

Fall 2004

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Steve Klepetar Torn By Birds “The wind is torn by birds”               - Joseph Lisowski Prophets search the blistering sky for wings swooping like white sickles tearing against air, sawing at wind’s flesh. Against glare of sun and heat and smear of cloud, nothing and then a white gull careens overhead, a god- carved message wheels and dives between stiff set sails.  Whose fate is etched onto this moment, here where surf blows hard against sand?  For whom will women keen and rend their garments, tear their long and lovely hair?  Who will dive deep today into cave mouth and river, whose cry will be heard no more on this earth?  Again the wind is torn by birds, and all night shrieks swell above ocean’s purple skin.

Then There Were Two byTiffany Montano

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