Whispering In Bed  Iri Kopal
I waited until it was dark, totally dark, no moon.
Then I came home, to you, here.

The Stranger  Arthur Meiselman
There is a sadness that floats on the sea in the afternoon.
It has always seemed that way to me.

Poems For The Chorus Of Rocks  Griselda Steiner
In "MARY M and THE MAD PROPHET" - that spans millennia from the Old World to the Biblical Time of Jesus to the Now - the Chorus of Rocks appear on stage as actors draped in white robes in the desert.

A Man's Sex  Selena Zachai
So many names, so many images
This jutting tubular protuberance.