INSIDE THIS ISSUE:
'Deji W. Adesoye
Paul B. Roth
David Ishaya Osu
Miguel A Bernao Burrieza
Lazlo Slomovits & Jennifer Burd
Karyn M. Bruce
A. J. Huffman
Michael D. Long
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Silver Grey Fox
Fingertips, new to strings, turn red,
sore from playing. Bare feet, fresh
to hardwood floor, wince from dancing.
But keep playing, keep dancing,
and fingers and feet develop calluses,
no longer tender. The same happens
when working with tools. These are not
scars on wounds that have healed. They are
the body's devotion to joy and service.
But let not singing make calluses
on our vocal cords. May we learn
to sing open, so it's not so.
And let not contact with others
make calluses on our hearts.
May we learn to be open, so it's not so.
Laszlo Slomovits, Ann Arbor, Michigan
Jennifer Burd, Ypsilanti, Michigan