The White Ferris Wheel

In the middle of Niagra Falls town
The talking hamburgers, the wax people
The pyramids trying so hard to entice
I walked back from The Guru
With my bindhi masala wrapped up
In a pure white plastic bag
And suddenly noticed the most stunning

Dark clouds above us, hanging like gods
Powerful, intriguing, interested, fatalistic,
And there, so pure and full of fantasy
A giant ferris wheel.

Such angelic beauty,
Such demonic oppression,
And there was NATURE
In its most glorious....
God-made clouds and man-made ferris wheel
And god-man-made soul, mine,
Soaring.

A Hole In Her Heart by Betina Hershey

Once Upon A Time there was a girl-woman in a very warm gray sweater sitting on her floor listening to newly found CDs of the Dave Matthews Band. She lit two candles and gazed at her Mamma's art, and worked very hard on creating an interesting selection of monologues for her acting class.
Slowly and suddenly, this girl-woman fell into a hole inside her heart. Her warmly-socked feet were up above her head and her fingers were wiggling around trying to find some kind of something - dental floss, arterial wall - to grab a hold of and haul herself back up into the world of candles and hard wood floors.
Alas, twas not to be. There she dangled, stuck in the sticky mess of her heart with a hole in it. Luckily, she could still hear the music, and there was also a blanket, so she pulled the blanket up over herself, up to the tip of her nose, and she achingly, cozily fell asleep.
Now the girl can only be found if you have a very strong heart-urge to see her. Otherwise, she has been said to have vanished completely, due to a hole in her heart.