_ Watching

_ From this window, I see all;

_ The busy people, the leaves of Fall,

The birds which fly overhead,

_ And this cold grey night from which I’ve fled. _ All of these things I truly see,

_ But not one of these things compares to thee.

_ For thou holdst a beauty in thine face; _ A beauty which I long to embrace.

But I cannot, for fear of Fate

Which might turn friendship into hate.

_ So here I sit, seeing all;

_ The busy people, the leaves of Fall,

_ And the honey which drips from Heaven above. _ Oh, how I wish that this were love.

_ But love takes two; and I am but one.

_ So here I sit till this dream in done.

: Anthony Chandler

| Notes from Circle Number Seven

_I’mhalfway under and halfway above the ground. _It’sdamp, not cold, just sticky and uncomfortable. I would like to open a window but it’s not safe. Some- _ one could crawl down from the parking lot.

Earlier this evening I went for another one of my walks. AsI was out I saw this bedraggled old man cowering along some dark and dingy street. I’m not sure what street it was but I did recognize the old man. It was me. I wanted to stick a knife in him but he turned a corner and disappeared.

ome people may think it’s funny but it’s not. omorrow, I’m to look fora job. It’s going to be tough though. I haven’t worked for over four years.

It’s not that I couldn't, [just didn’t want to.

Oh yeah, I still have that lump in my armpit. It’s Swollen, not sore, just itchy and irritable.

| Darrin McCloskey

A Bizarre dream by Chris McCarron

It wasachilly August evening. The exhibition - Canada’s largest & cleanest was in Charlottetown. Paul and I were sleeping in this cold building on University Ave. I woke up, startled to see a small green light which I knew wasa ghost. Paul saw it too. Then the frightening happened. Paul saw the green light in my left eye. I dashed to a sink and tried to wash out the light but it wouldn’t budge.

Next thing I know Paul and I were fleeing the build- ing which was occupied by these people who were trying to kill us. Leaning out of the second floor we spotted a delivery truck parked in front of Sam the Record Man. We jumped onto it and drove off. The killers were right behind us, fast runners were they, yet not as fast as the truck.

Now I’mat the exhibition grounds looking for Greg Gallant. I found Greg in the House of Mirrors. Derek Roberts gave me a long hand gun, much like the one Clint used in ‘‘the Enforcer’’. The gun was heavy and loaded. I stuffed it inside my jeans. I told Greg about the killers and ghosts inside the building on University Avenue. Greg is tough and agreed to go with me back to the building. As we walked past Eatons two Triceratops made their way down Kent Street, we kept on the sidewalk away from those ancient animals.

Then we entered the building. [now had the gun drawn and was pointing it ahead of me. Killers were staring at us but they backed off fearing I would shoot them. Greg & I needed to get to the next floor. The stairs were too dangerous to take. We entered an office and shoved a desk against the door. There was a square hole on the ceiling which could serve as our route to the next floor. I went thru first, then Greg tried, but he needed a hand so I pulled him through. Greg and I checked out the adjoining room. It was horrible. This room belonged to a killer who stood about six feet high, who wore all black, resembling the undertaker from the WWE. Inside the room was as old tree saw. The kind used in the earlier years of this century. It was 5 feet long and | foot in width, Two men would use this saw to cut the trees, [knew that the rusted, jagged saw sitting on the bed had been used many times to slice up victims. The bed and the saw together made a horrible nightmare. Greg and I split that room quickly, We ventured onto the roof.

A Doberman barked and thus informed the killers of

“January 30, 1992

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