	Two Ghazals for November Lynnette Hall and Christina-Marie Unscheid
	storm ghazal Lynnette Hall The woman of the house must keep her children dry The free men in the mangroves can watch the storm. The computer runs all day, undetected. It draws current through the sky; a sentience loop with thunder,storms. Four gigglng kids play truth or dare, sneak -peeking mother with puppet heads. None dare weather father's storms. The ants, black and large, pull point on the wall tonight. Messages relay to the queen, anticipating the approaching storm. The witch draws lightning to her, she is the green wire where excess goes to ground. She is bringing the storm. From the eaves of the roof a linn is netted by the gutters. It cascades from its prison in the gusts of the storm. august 99 © 1999, by Lynnette Hall Write Lynnette Hall
	The 1999 Ghazal Monsters Christina-Marie Umscheid Lives are sheared in water. A shattered bird swoops too low. Hands burn with steel. Bullets break with power. Cleansing is the rag of a nation. Names are spit as vomit. Stones and litter rain from the whirling sky. Angry spaces flatten the earth. Cracks divide ground. Colors curl with fever. There are those who gather unknown blood in their passing. Ground yields golden bodies as emerging ancient butterflies from sand. Fire swirls from the monster sky devouring everything in a wide path. Whistles are silent as trains collide with death. Error of man creates radiation breathing fire... This is the swallowing of a year, the ending of a century.
	© 1999, by Christina-Marie Umscheid Write Christina-Marie Umscheid