North From Cheyenne

Barbed wind
wails between wires
& snags on the mind's ear:
coyote crazy shading into
banshee.

How sane
could any voice
remain in this raw space
spanning stars & sagebrush without
limits?


Afghan Match Girl

no choice,
says the warlord,
your kin took my bride price --
she pours her gasoline veil &
chooses

Return to the front page of this issue:   Amaze   Vol. 2, No. 1   Spring & Summer, 2003.
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These poems are Copyright © 2003 by Ann K. Schwader.