| : ‘ : - a : é 7 rs | Riek : a i : * Ms i f x i : ws TENDANTS, _ : : N enn | h ; ‘- ze =a < ez ; A ih 4] i r et a 3 a j eres i ees soe tom de < ” 9 cas Se dee kee a rere? ” o og “aap : C2 ted rs 3 seXut OG est ces sof aS is rs ai ed “ ree t+ H ese uaneif« earth enclosed Zevrved sets y nererd jsost Miss connection — REVERSES % a? * S 6a. Pad +n a od « of ; Se? : : ee : : WER We ete ares MP vou . ‘ é 2 oe ey » tacg wri hy: — 90090050 © we ere Koll -A-Rounp _ STA-PRESSED | ease ft = EE ee : 3 Zs ae ’ Yr ase s PREY CF Hewes HE Re Sede Ky SE KE CT Oe we & ew we ONTINUOUS Clot > iy o a ° o_O > <> Vy : Dy ° ° S D 0 V4, ©O > c > — zm 2 S — ° © rY as / — ° / a. > © SY iit ° > SS i o o D> Oo S © Ga — - . > ° et ey © oS a - OS S — Te J = 8 2 i a 6 + ° ° Y, — CN —~ oJ Oo e o~ Pa > of‘ y Gk > > qT O oo o co Shed ° ‘ oS Oo yam Eh ao © ° ig a “ # mi “so ah ey oa 9 —_ <7 > oe 3 —~ ished be ot © a m Qa & a © io Be ° ee = = ° q o a = TT 2 S Pate oO ofa = cai? <2 oo PS 2 ai, =! . b— 5 7 mir ae oe a 2 = ony : © T A Dd 3 = Lia => Wek > ie Oo o } Loa 9 . | ae ¥ ° oS ° os => o Hes o 2 Jo D> a ° ° ° DO © S S - a on oe. as D am ® > Lemmas So _ > S re o> > <> a > —“{ <3 - Oo o QO c o gf = so =° oD © ec Es bo) o © © —~ 9° © Oo © 2 @ Ser red cedar review poster / drawing by Gene Stotts The Bone It stuck tall and rigid in the ground. When he breasted bushes into the clearing it clapped him with weather-whiteness and a flat glint at the round-knobbed top. Grass curled at the base, like hairs round a walrus tusk. The clearing was soft and green with the hard white at its center. Bones lie. It stood, staked, and the earth turned round it in his eye. He shuffled back, but the bushes clutched. $ He let the thing take up slack foe crept up and stared. This close, hairline cracks laced its shaft. No meat clung. The forest nodded on; a light wind delighted in his clothes. ' = _ a a aeRO Behind, away, small brooks wound questions. Bs , ges ee The bone marked an exclamation kat ya £4 fae Beri ys xs without a sentence. No scattered footprints gave it away. No titter in the bushes gave it away. No fresh-turned earth, no lashed-on crosspiece for a handle. pwen aetna, a Chon nb OE RON AE IOS 6 tae any hee AOR ee ha ne te x Te > . . iS ae ath ot RS Z ed 4 Ih » mt? Ty ae pete -. pa : Res 7 F0G , 4 > oy” re 7 wah s a $7 a . avid S ta re we . eh OS, * A heap of ribs came back to connect— the wind in twigs. A thing hulking out of the forest to claim it. Clouds dimming the grass. Himself, digging for what remains? He must rise and turn himself back into the forest, resume. Through bushes the bone stares at his back. Charles O. Hartman Lee Ann Lee Ann, your black humming hair and wine slick face; young sponge breasts | plied between two fingers; lisping eyes, grenadine on the green moon leather carseat, where are you? we are old. Ah, Lee Ann, when my wife splits or dies, and the kids are gone to school forever, Ill swim to you through stars and comets to South Carolina or California, and we'll melt our skins around, burn old time on the ghost-green leather, O Lee Ann, Lee Ann Shafer— Scheffer? | never remember. F Richard Thomas = sone em Rn a ea i BS a - Re. AES . POE Sete Sa) Matas easen Be ; Eee ee Ree ee Pee a eens 4 es red cedar review poster / drawing by l4ugh McPeck sleep for C.G. Jung 1. Upon getting into bed i feel the covers close around me and i watch the dark open in patterns i ask myself if i want to do this > rd » stetge eetoe il dee ea) may Py a foe zi Sleep buoys up my body like a boat ata dock when the waves rise melting ridges of the unconscious i ask myself if i want to do this 2. . For sleep may be death not knowing herself each night a child of death the sinking when the dock the dream disappears and even the sails know the touch of the waters John F OBrien red cedar review poster / woodcut by John Konopa red cedar review poster / drawing by Will Roberts mis LA, : VAAL v* ‘c h . eae % C a er ; fg ib A : fA et \y ‘ A} \ > KA NS Shh mm” 38 += a. , An 4 TE poral ain as N | ae ad ba oRate ®h ees 7 A ne | che’ A Ae - i a af 2 ro i aa \ at Sa * ar - > ‘a Pes 4 A mA : \ \ aes EUR x a WS : Ns tad . nN eee ee wma a ce ‘ Remaking Chant for the Cherokee eter ~ \\ | am clean and dancing. Today, the first in a lifetime, | leave a rattlesnake’s voice in the rocks, | frighten no one. But | still have fangs, poisonous or not, and an urge to feel the warm ball of a field mouse dissolving inside me the vibrations of rain drumming across dry hills, the stretch of moist sunlight along my body. | will coil into a short nap, consider this spirit | am leaving, and maybe then | can abandon my brothers. steve Crowe N sy we ~~ = a CN IZ aR At oe SASS y ON XE RSL LY / LLG WEF Ls PAK, Ups ; SNR EEE ~—=~ N Fees, \\ oe XA VG \ Za Cee AANA . NK One Way of Disposing 0) asa 0 lII Nala The apples we were storing on the porch spoiled when winter warmed too much, so | strewed the whole boxful into the ridge of snow over the flowerbed alongside the fence. The apples AeA e OR aYam ee lala lei Es into the drift down to an older, settled storm. Now it’s colder again, and the rotten juice and mushy flesh NCR RCM CRM UCR celtlil: caves of the hard, shrivelled skins. More snow blows over the mound; sun and cold nights will give them jackets of glaze, slowly they will descend onto the earth, all winter the browning apples will pulse in the snow. steele LL YK. CC Cy red cedar review poster / drawing by David Kirkpatrick Conte, eat ae y KISS 044, DO a) “iy, 00K OSA DOGO KAS . > 2¢ OY DPOQOOY SD OR OKA KOO xy xX OD SRK L0 OY KO SOK LIQ ? UO) SS oO \ SS) VSD) 5 SY TOR CS S 6 MOO 2, « O oN) SS A 05 Ox OK Ochs OOexs (74 Ox +*° cy Bes Re oo IFLA (XXPA o%*)* SSCL) oY ARIK OA AG C7 ry) ‘@, C} + ‘tg. (2 7 ~ 2 i 4 SAW) C2 Seal) Sod tif oo se st et * +*"¢ SOS Sa fe AU SE Oh CAL Z es - ! oe ide * é \\\ aia > s +S SUL Se 3895 e AJ 0G Bin es Be I Psychopathia Ssexudlis My god | said . but this is strange. My garter belt was up around my neck and my wig had fallen off; my handkerchief collection lay like sleeping birds around the room as | read on page 164 of sudden genitals in dense park shrubbery. The mirrors were all steamed up. Farther on young gentlemen were loving up black boots and penetrating unsuspecting bustles on the thoroughfare. ¢¢,% OAS y My god | said this seems to be the story of my life and right away | was ashamed of all the little oddities | kept around and lept up on my wife. | Sex | said | want some sex right now | said and give it to me straight | think | love you more than you will ever know and | tore my garter belt to shreds. But she just laid there SS naked in her bobby sox > AX A + ¢ SOK x and blew pink bubbles in my ear. Her freckles burned like acid and the braces on her teeth were shining cruelly in the dark. Harley Elliott +oe% WY ) RDO 7 2 CKO) OO XA o* Ls LA . vs "1 WN il iS WN OXESO Ss Yi fe OS Ph SSS CL Lhe > SSS SS SS Ulf SS Uf \ S SS > S ep a®& “Me Ss Le akg ; SHE a < D> a GLO AE GEGEN BN SOROS Sy WN pS Sle Vd b= Se) SSNs é: Gs nhcezb =X IIIS AN! f x = w« Ke A RP GXGS\ PE BOO OOOSE RS YNG Sp eh OPP A AX WIS EEE YM IA TK aN KX SI LESS daddys Ei? 2 » OO OOOY xX U ons ‘es rs) AXON OX OY OOP OOOO AKA Ms RYOG OY 4" & aN. A ee eS Sc 7 pa “s A Sasso = ot ~,*4?. ns a ee ea red cedar review poster / drawing by Harley Elliott drawings by floyd butler pitti z sss apasaannenen ane ea ithtrspsiaitaar tae AEesl LE eit pti, Fe RRS RET ERA, ReERNNE AN ee SEATS RARE a RRR red cedar review poster