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Issue # 8 September 2012
"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Kathy Santangelo



Never thought that blood was thicker than water
Nor horse and cart inexorably bound.
Never thought sibling rivalry included secret knowledge,
A siamese connectedness that screamed when ripped apart.
Yet now I sense your pain and think it's mine,
I feel your fear and tremble in the darkness,
As your body is devoured by the uninvited,
I grope for weapons of survival and stand my ground.
We grew apart like two disparate things
And thought our thoughts alone without agreement.
In different ways, we walked the paths we found.
But now the pain has brought us back again,
And ties as powerful as earth's pull,
Make me waken in the night and cry till morn.