In lieu of an abstract, here is a brief excerpt of the content:

  • The Pure Thing
  • Sharon Olinka (bio)

I was a child of the Sixties. Saw truth in prisms, every curve of hand or hip, pulse of blood. Life a drop of petals, blur of synchronized, tissue-thin butterfly wings. Then dissolved in lies. Restrictions. Unforeseen chill [End Page 108] of someone’s death, more so after I turned forty.

When I beheld the face of limitation, its unwavering clear eyes, I greeted it properly. Made peace with old dreams. Those illusive houses, bodies, in their whir of glory, clash of guitars, projected flash of emerald and tangerine lights, at last released. [End Page 109]

Sharon Olinka

Sharon Olinka had poems in Nimrod and Istanbul Literary Quarterly. Poems from her book The Good City (Marsh Hawk P) won a Barbara Deming Memorial Award. New work was published recently in New York Quarterly.

...

pdf

Share