Issue Nine - May 2005

Four Poems

by Brooks

        Southwest red rocks-
        golden in sunlight,
        in moonlight, black

    dense fog everywhere-
    yet, the mountain appears,
    as if by sleight of hand

        Ten thousand years
        of Buddha mind
        and men still fight

    New grass -
    chickens and sheep eat well ­
    cat still wants tuna

©2005 Brooks

Brooks arrived on the last ferry to Lopez Island September 11, 2001. Recently she made another cross-country move, this time to North Carolina. She writes, makes art, does ocean stuff, teaches classes and workshops. She also walks on beaches and among tall trees, collects bones and rocks, and laughs a lot.

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