CONTENTS Spectres of the Hokku Fall Before Tanka Id Claudia Feeling Pen At Camp Haiku With If You’re Hokku Worthy George George McIntyre Claudia Turner 24 City I Had A Gardiner” Norma Wits Friend Of Lady Things Used To Be Sonnet Linda 42 - nt - 10 MclIlrath Gerald Chadburn Linda Zitting Gay Gregory Sun a Deamer Sonnet Burning - Chadburn Misunderstood The 34 - Colleen Child Michael Luck Estes Jeanne 29 Huston Reed Gerald Whims - Linda Watts” Sue Wolfley Innocence The Way 19 Fall Laurence Trambone The Huston Jan Ride Cinquain Silver the moon night. JAN GARDINER SPECTRES OF THE Gay Estes Jeanette Lund Home Keeping Youth Have Ever Homely August — Deamer Laurence Losers End Of Haiku the against ID Uhrig Jeff Bus |n gnarled Allred Michael Gwen O’Clock Stands - tree Boyd Southwick Gay Estes Cinquain Ten J oshua Turner Jeanne The Play Haiku The Steven Taylor Jan Gardiner Summer That Hollow Haiku i 14 18 - - - Brown Allred” 23 26 - 28 Happiness Linda MclIlrath 33 Sonnet Claudia Turner 38 American Laurence 41 Huston A cold shivering spasm awoke Saul from his heavy unconsciousness on the bare floor. “Oh-h-h-h,” he groaned, rolling from his stomach onto his back. More shivers shot through him, making him sit up jerkily, arms clutched around his stomach. His head spun with dizziness; the dark room appeared blurry and wavering. Moving his hands to his head, Saul groaned again, trying to awaken his diluted mind. He scratched his shaggy black hair, then rubbed his dark deepset eyes and unshaven face. But the room still seemed to sway to and fro. Slowly turning to one side, Saul dragged himself to his knees. Suddenly terrible pains ripped through his stomach. He bent over in agony, then rolled on his side. His insides. felt as if they were slowly tearing apart. But Saul was getting the usual symptoms. A combination of extreme hunger pains and a rigid nervous system finally shaking off narcotics clawed at his body. His left arm muscle screamed painfully from the lack of his everyday morphine shots. He began to sweat furiously, even though the floor and surrounding air felt bitter cold. The wooden floor boards alone felt like the inside of a freezer. When the pains had subsided somewhat, Saul rolled on his stomach and dragged himself to his knees again. Clumsily slapping at his dirty face, Saul could vaguely discern the outline of the-room he was in. Even though it was dark, a soft misty glimmering existed everywhere, like a dark room which is dimly lighted by street lights. The room was about twenty feet on each side. Yet not one piece of furniture stood on the barren floor. Looking up, Saul couldn’t even see a ceiling. About fifteen feet up the soft glimmering disappeared into total blackness. “No furniture, no ceiling, no windows,” Saul mum- bled to himself. “Even the walls look wait a minute!” he gasped, stumbling to his feet. Reaching for the nearby wall, he found it firm, yet dentable to a blow from his fist. “Oh, my hell, I must be in cold turkey,” he blurted out, feeling his way along the walls. Suddenly pains shot through his stomach again. He fell to his knees, hands clutching at his stomach. His face twisted with agony, 3