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The Circular Library of Stones
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By Carol Emshwiller Poison (part 1 of
2)
by Beth Bernobich
4/30/01
1/20/03 Our
keepers, the
They said all this wasn't true. That there had been no city on this site scientists, had used
complicated words
since even before the time of the Indians . . . that there had been no like metamorphosis
bridge across the (now dried up) river and no barriers against the mud. "If and hormones and
camouflage to
you have been searching for a library here," they said, "or for old coins,
explain us. We
you've been wasting your time." could turn invisible,
they'd said. We
For lack of space I had put some of the small, white stones in plant could change from
baskets and hung them from the ceiling by the window. I don't argue with male to female and
back. Survival
people about what nonexistent city could have existed at this site. I just
adaptations, they'd
collect the stones. (Two have Xs scratched on them, only one of which I called it. I wondered
scratched myself.) And I continue digging. The earth, though full of if what Yenny did
stones of all sizes, is soft and easy to deal with. Often it is damp and was for our
survival.
fragrant. And I disturb very little in the way of trees or plants of any real
size here. Also most of the stones, even the larger ones, are of a size
Rushes #1 of 12:
that I can manage fairly well by myself. Besides, mainly it's the stones One Is All Alone
that I want to reveal. I don't want to move them from place to place by Jay Lake
except some of the most important small ones, which I take home with 1/20/03 "So," says
a voice of rattling
me after a day's digging. Often I have found battered aluminum pots and
leaves and creaking
pans around the site. Once I found an old boot and once, a pair of broken branches. "At last
glasses; but these, of course, are of no significance whatsoever, being you return."
clearly of the present.
Interrupt
by Jeff Carlson
Gaining access to their books! If I could find the library and learn to read
1/13/03 Whatever
their writing! If I could find, there, stories beyond my wildest dreams. A happened to the sun
love story, for instance, where the love is of a totally different kind . . . a seems to be
kind of ardor we have never even thought of, more long-lasting than our intensifying. This
time I blacked out
simple attachments, more world-shaking than our simple sexualities. Or a
for at least five