Anthology

Anthology is a mix of all types October by Gary Soto (A Fire In My Hands) A clod day, through only October, And the grass has grayed LIke the frost has hardened it This morning 811 Joe R. sot

Peeling the onion by Boris Pasternak (Snow is falling) Snow is falling, all in chaos, Everything is in the air, the angels of crossroads, The steps of the back stair. 808.81 Kyle K. Pee

The invisible ladder edited by Liz Rosenberg (Things my brother and i can do) By Robert Bly Well there's no end of things to do.

We could go out and catch gophers. We could read books. We could pick the mud off tractor tires. 811 Moises M. INV. 808.81 PEE Untitled by Song Sun **
 * __ Peeling the Onion selected by Ruth Gordon __

Do not grieve, little birds, Over, the falling blossoms; They're not to blame, it's the wind Who loosens and scatters the petals. Spring is leaving us. Don't hold it against her

Austin T.

Your Own, Sylvia.. by Stephanie Hemphill Failure by Dr. Horder, Sylvia's London doctor, and Dr. Beuscher, Sylvia's American thereapist. 811-821.9

1. him February, the most terrible month, a cold so complete I have nothing good to wake for. The phone that morning pierces me like a bullet. Stunned, I toss on my shoes, grab my doctor's bag. And open the door to death, to mans professional failure. Sylvia was a hospital bed away from help. i should have tucked her under my own covers. but I am a limited man. A doctor I suppose, is saddled with limits. I can't cry over her death, but the rage inside knifes at my heart.

2. Her When you act against your heart, and mind only dumb luck. Can save you. My luck dries up. I have given up sleep. Like its a present i don't deserve. Sylvia haunts me when I close my eyes. She says, "Don't worry, Dr. Ruth, Ill be fine."

Ciara R.