The Janitor just left
The freshly washed
institutional floor
smells like
the underside of a green sea turtle,
that almost human
stretch of white skin
tender like the skin
that rarely sees the light of day.
I walk across the wet
Carefully, so as not to slip
I'd probably break my back
my neck
tailbone if I did.
by Susan Anderson
Cell
We'll save you for a different time,
little growth.
bloody shrimp,
stuck on my warm wall.
The moon is waning without me
I am rising full.
We’ll save you for another time
little growth
bloody shrimp
stuck on my warm wall.
by Susan Anderson
The beach
Their bodies litter the beaeh
White grains dyed red.
The Ocean laps at the beaeh, hungerly.
The guns lay scattered
Jeeps and boats burn
With a lusty fire.
A lone figure rises
From the forgotten
Life among the dead.
Blood encrusted face
he struggles
to his feet.
Blood covered fingers
wrap around his rifle
he holds himself up.
The silence is shattered
By a far-off boom.
He looks toward the sound
Tears run down his face.
He staggers to the edge
Of the sea
He tosses his rifle into the air
Plunges into the Ocean.
by Shannon Ramos
Graphics by |.T. Gillette
Cat
The telephone jangles
and she pounces
to answer purringly
while playing
with the dangling,
curled cord.
by Leslie I). Clason
Fragile
I am not rubber,
a ball dropped
whieh bounces back to you
I am. . glass,
a crystal that
reflects light,
or lets light pass through;
is colorless,
or is of all colors;
conducts heat,
or transfers cold;
can be liquid.
or can feel solid;
may look formless,
or may have shape;
is whole,
or is broken.
1 am glass.
1 am glass,
a crystal dropped whieh
shatters.
by Leslie D. Clason
Dance of the Leper
Down in the jungle,
1 brush the steam-heat fringe,
act in animal madness —
taste the dancing tiger's sweat.
Love incarnate is slow blood rhythm:
Slink in —
Turn around —
lunge for your life —
keep moving.
by David Mendenhall
The death of I. C. Blue
In the early morning, fog shrouded hours of April
22, 1984. Authority figures Blake and Flake were
called to a quiet, tree-lined cul dc sue near Hendrick’s
Park in Eugene, Oregon. As they approached the im
pressive, lily white mansion that stood before them,
glasses of half-tilled Margaritas and black napkins lac
ed the walkway serving as evidence that a grand party
had only recently concluded. When they reached the
front patio. Officer Blake pressed the doorbell while
Officer Flake took note of a second floor window held
open by a mayonnaise jar. Shortly thereafter, Howard
the career Butler appeared at the door and with a
sullen, ash covered look on his face, led the authority
figures through the majestic interior of the mansion to
the Smoke room where the body of America’s hero,
I.C. Blue, lay. The fact that I.C. had been murdered
after having hosted a bash for Eugene’s Beautilul Peo
ple was obvious. But questions remained especially
when it became apparent that the body had been mov
ed to the Smoke room and a cigar with the words "I
hate graveyards” printed on the side had been planted
in Mr. Blue’s mouth.
Who killed I.C. Blue? Where did the savage
murder take place? Did it occur on the estate? Or did
I.C. head down to Old Taylor’s after the party? And
what weapon was used to silence the mind ot
America’s hero?
Was it Atiyeh with the rug in the conservatory?
Was it Frank Sinatra with the 8 ball in the Billiard
room?
Was it Michael Jackson with flammable grease in
the studio?
Was it Nancy Reagan with ox tails in the kitchen?
Was it Jerry Falwell with the crucifix on the
alter?
Was it Ronald Reagan with the big stick in the
Dining room?
Was it Jerry Garcia with LSD in the ballroom?
Was it the Supreme Soviet with milk and cookies
in the bedroom?
Was it Sister Cindy with the broomstick in the
telephone booth?
Or was it John DeLorean with the razor blade in
the parking lot?
The first wayward soul with grease marks to cor
rectly solve the mystery surrounding the death of I.C.
Blue wins an expense paid trip to Albany, Oregon
where the lucky winner will enjoy the sights, sounds
and smells of the Save More Motel and the simple
dishes of the U-Serve-U Restaurant across the street.
by S. Maher
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350 E. 3rd 342-7404
1984 Grand Opening Weekend
Waterworks Canoe Company
1395 Franklin Blvd.
Weather permitting
Hours:
Friday
2 p.m. - Dusk
Sat. and Sun.
11 a m. - Dusk
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Fri.-Sun., May 4-6
Weekend grand opening special prices
$1.75/hour (regular $2.50/hour)
Rent a canoe or kyack, reservations recommended.
Call x3711 or x4386 for info
Earth River
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Starting April 27th
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Grand Reopening May 9th at 770 E. 11th
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