October 21 2002

Poets Corner

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Poet's Corner

Drop off your poetry and we’ll put it in.

| am following you,
The big thing is probably following you.
Do not let it get you!!!
It’s out there

yourself | | Remember the passion?’
your world We meet naked
And begin to explore

the possibilities and
endless mystery...

Would you like $20 cash?
Well, if you can write the next
part of this story (75-150
words) you will be eligible to
win. One person from all of
those who get published will,
on December the2nd, be given
a $20 dollar prize for the best
section and recognition for this
prize in Over The Eage.
Judgment will be based upon
content, creativity, and how
well the writer has made the
transition from the earlier sec-
tion into their own. The prize
has been provided by the
General Arts Interest
Association (GA 14), which is
a newly formed UNBC club
interested En promoting visual
art, music, drama, and English
literature. Please send your
submissions or questions
regarding this contest or the
GAIA to dagamble~telus.net

The sun was melting the
scenery as | plunged into the
lake. No one could be seen in
the distance; a human noise
could not be detected. Only

The Ultimate Writing Championship - Part II:

the busy woodpeckers and
explorative squirrels could be
seen or heard. Shall | call it
paradise?

High glacial mountains sur-
rounded my lake, keeping it far
cooler than the lakes nearer

the city, nearer the beaches .

filled with sun tanners and
water skiers, and the multi-
tudes of diverse music blasting
from the small CD players dot-
ting the beach. A light wind
began to press against my
face as | rose from the crystal
clear water. Then | saw the
dust in the horizon, as cars like
busy ants could be seen crawl-
ing down the bumpy, debris
filled logging road.

| lay on my back in the water
hoping that when | turn over I’ll
see these vehicles turning
back, or taking another logging
road to some other destina-
tion, or realizing my vision was
only a mirage.

Almost as if | had wished it
upon the caravan of cars
they took a sharp right in the
road and crawled west

towards the afternoon sun.
Once the dust settled down,
| was once again alone with
my lake. Swimming towards
shore | could see a family of
pale colored ducks follow-
ing one another in and out
of the tall green reeds that
grew along the shoreline.
Five goslings trying to keep
pace with their mother as
she chased down surface-
bugs, scurrying for safety.

A rustling of leaves and the
snap of a dry twig startled
me and quickly gained my
attention. | stopped swim-
ming and listened intently,
trying to place the origins of
the sound. There, now | see
it...

By Jason Hutchinson.

Submission deadline is Oct.
27 at 10pm. Note that GAIA
reserves the right to cut any
submission in excess of 150
words, or below, the 150 word
mark.

my challenge
is going free

to say or to part, but | need

There once was a
blonde from

Who had an aller-

gy to curry
When she ate
some one night
Her tummy went
into a fright
And covered her
carpet with slurry

whether
to tell?

There once was
a man from
Venus
Who had a rock-
etship for a er...
wiener
It was big and

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