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Oliver Rice
OlivRi2@aol.com

Bio (auto)

Oliver Rice has received the Theodore Roethke Prize and twice been nominated for a Pushcart Prize. His poems have appeared widely in journals and anthologies in the United States, as well as in Canada, England, Austria, Turkey, and India. His book of poems, On Consenting to Be a Man, has been introduced by Cyberwit, a diversified publishing house in the cultural capital Allahabad, India, and is available on Amazon.

The following work is Copyright © 2008, and owned by Oliver Rice nd may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.


Sensoriality

.....................Cartesian cut: the gap
.....................between mind and matter


Porter stands at the nineteenth floor window
in the office of his absent boss,
looking out over the Hudson
toward New Jersey, Oklahoma, Hawaii,

looking out into the frontier of his senses.
He does not smell, taste, feel nor hear Hoboken,
actually sees it in some detail
only with aid from his memory bank.

There also is lodged the hearsay ---
and random information from his reading ---
by which alone he can conceive Seattle.

As to the Asian regions, bereft of sensory data,
he is inclined to surrealities.

The jar on the forbidden desk comes into his sight,
from which he selects a caramel.
He does not see but feels its cellophane wrapping,
removes it by feel and sight,
thrusts the candy into his mouth.
He now neither sees nor hears it,
but feels its location and texture with his tongue,
tastes and slightly smells its memoried sweetness.

He returns to his cubicle, guided solely by sight,
sits, returns to his tasks,
utilizing sight, muscular memory,
and his lower order rational faculties,

querying his sound receptors
to determine where the secretary is at the moment
and his intuitive linkages to evaluate the risk
of snitching another caramel.


Gerard Sarnat
Gsarnat@aol.com

Bio (auto)

Gerard Sarnat is a family-man, married forty years, father of three, and grandfather; physician, past CEO and Stanford professor; and virginal poet at the tender age of sixty-two. He's published or forthcoming in fiftysome journals during the first half of 2008. California Institute of Arts and Letters' Pessoa Press will publish his first book. Gerry's listed in Poets and Writers in Creative Nonfiction and Poetry.

The following work is Copyright © 2008, and owned by Gerard Sarnat and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.


Before My Nap

All-powerful Miss Mobile beams down.
Her clothy red lips grin big and fat.
Buck naked, I smile and kick back.
A sound doesn't come from above.
The voice isn't dada's.
Flat Spinning Johnny singing Walk The Line?
Monkey muffin looks like mama.
Mommy puts my mouth 'round our milk factory.
Making caca, Simon hears Grandpa Coach approach.
After a poop change, we play Jolly Jumper.
Boy's not fit to stand much yet.
Auntie lifts me to pretend lots of flying.
A sliver of orange ball shines in the window.
Shadow Boy bounces in time with my body.
Cooing to him, it's sad there's no answer.
He won't take Rainbow Worm from my hand.
I cry in my crib.
Bubbe pulls the shade.
My new buddy goes away.
She tucks Blue Blankie and me to sleep.
That's all I remember.
Except smiling at Coach.
And peeing up at his nose.


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