Volume 2Spring '03

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Welcome to "In Our Own Words," the Ezine from BBBooks. We publish and distribute books, list "Calls for Submissions," Contests, and Writing Classes here on our web site.

We are a grass roots organization, not a cor-porate entity, so we don't dance to the dollar sign. You can expect to find thought- provoking, creative, alternative writing, information and politics right here. We offer the "People Before Profits Poetry Prize" each year and offer all kinds of other stuff for writers, poets, students, educators, spiritual types, feminists, humanists, and activists. We're people who follow their conscience, but like to have fun too!

The writers in this edition of "In Our Own Words" range in age from their teens to their 80s.

Our editorial philosophy is simple: Writers respond to life; they chronicle our times and remind us what it is like to be human. Extraordinary writing strikes a truth and reflects how events in our nutty world affect us. While vulgarity is often a part of our daily lives, the profane used for its own sake, rarely benefits anyone. Nevertheless, since expression is largely a matter of individual taste, we accept all styles and forms of poetry and prose. While the writing we've chosen reminds us that life isn't always pretty, we choose writing that reminds us that life can be extraordinary!

About Writing
Rarely do difficulties between humans have simple solutions that can be solved by "products" (other than basic food, shelter, /medicine). Attempts to buy a remedy for an intellectual, emotional, spiritual quandary "in a box" inevitably masks and delays the hard work we must do to evolve as humans. Many writers discover, process, clarify and make evident their own and even our human collective intellectual, emotional and spiritual evolution through their work.
Should we choose to look outside ourselves to the ever-present, always-willing-to-hook-our-attention commercial media, we will be find simplistic formulas. Actual life is enormously complex. Commercial interests rarely present us with accurate versions of history.

At BBP we believe writing is an artform, a process, and a fundamental human right. We understand that all writing has a political context, even through omission. On the other hand, overly polemic, dogmatic writing does little to inspire readers to think for themselves. At BBP we wish to support the power to think independently, the most precious component of human free will.

BBP is not affiliated with any particular political or religious group. Writings contained on this web site do not necessarily represent the opinions of the staff or management of BBP.

 

TABLE OF CONTENTS

Note: This season's ezine is smaller than usual due to overload. Our Fall edition will much larger....

LYN LIFSHIN || Last Night #2 || Septemberly || Jade Madonna ||

ANONYMOUS || Cat Haiku ||

CLMP: || Copper Canyon Founder Organizes Poets for Peace
in Response to Laura Bush
||

DEENA METZGER: || Stories for the 11th Hour ||

JONATHAN TURLEY || Camps for Citizens ||
(linked for fair use only)

LYN LIFSHIN
LAST NIGHT #2

sky was a
blue blanket
over the pale
geese, a Scarf
wrapping their
long necks.
They float,
puffs of milk
week settling
on the river,
petals of flame.

SEPTEMBERLY
Remember, mother, your
brown dress with the
hood? The one I
borrowed for special
days in 7th grade and Mr
Dewey sneered "Rosalyn,
you're actually in a dress."
Smarmy, even if he never
felt me up. His eyes and
words goosed us. Brown
is in the fall, a color I've
hardly worn the last ten
years. Now I can't
remember if it's a color
you'd choose, certainly not
like back or jade or
emerald. Your eyes, like
a doe's, mahogany but
i don't remember anything
else brown in your closet
except that dress we wore to
shreds. Maybe, as you
moved close to where you
finally could stop worrying
if you left the stove on or
if I'd fall out of a dc 7,
that color, like the wooden
ceiling over your last
bed you said felt like a box
were too close up, the
color of earth

JADE MADONNA
has been big
in China
for 4 thousand years

comes in colors,
can be translucent
and pale

she is hard,
cant be scratched
by your metal

is magical
and spiritual
want you

to wear her

©2003 LYN LIFSHIN


Cat Haiku

You never feed me.
Perhaps I'll sleep on your face.
That will show you.

You must scratch me there!
Yes, above my tail! Behold,
Elevator butt.

I need a new toy.
Tail of black dog keeps good time.
Pounce! good dog! good dog!

The rule for today.
Touch my tail, I shred your hand.
New rule tomorrow.

In deep sleep hear sound
Cat vomit hairball somewhere.
Will find in morning.

Grace personified
I leap into the window;
I meant to do that

Blur of motion, then--
Silence, me, a paper bag
What is so funny?

The mighty hunter
Returns with gifts of plump birds
Your foot just squashed one.

You're always typing.
Well, let's see you ignore my
Sitting on your hands

My small cardboard box
You cannot see me if I
Can just hide my head.

Terrible battle
I fought for hours. Come and see!
What's a 'term paper'?

Kitty likes plastic,
Confuses for litter box.
Don't leave tarp around

Small brave carnivores
Kill pine cones and mosquitos,
Fear vacuum cleaner

Want to trim my claws
Don't even think about it!
My yelps will wake the dead

I want to be close
To you. Can I fit my head
inside your armpit?

Wanna go outside.
Oh, no! Help! I got outside!
Let me back inside!

Oh no! Big One
has been trapped by newspaper.
Cat to the rescue!

Humans are so strange.
Mine lies still in the bed, then screams!
My claws aren't that sharp....

Cats meow out of angst
Thumbs! If only we had thumbs!
We could break so much"

Litter box not here
You must have moved it again
I'll crap in the sink

The Big Ones snore now
Every room is dark and cold
time for "Cup Hockey"

How You Can Be Published:

There are several ways. You can also send in poetry or short prose of your own to be considered for IN OUR OWN WORDS, our ezine. We also recommend looking at the Classifieds in Poets and Writers Magazine, visiting our Calls for Submission Page, or entering a contest, similar to our annual "Burning Bush Poetry Prize." Only entries that include a SASE (self addressed stamped envelope) will be returned, so be sure to include this with your work. See our editorial philosophy.

IN OUR OWN WORDS ©2003 Burning Bush Publications.
All rights reserved.
Published in the United States of America.
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 "If there is no struggle, there is no progress. Those who profess to favor freedom and yet depreciate agitation wants crops without plowing up the ground, they want rain without thunder and lightening. They want the ocean without the awful roar of its many waters... Power concedes nothing without demand. It never did and it never will..."
Frederick Douglass 1857

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