RUNES, A Review of Poetry, GATEWAY
Winter Solstice 2001, ISBN 0-9657015-5-7

RUNES, A Review of Poetry is an annual poetry journal. 144 pages, professionally printed, perfect bound journal, digest-sized, full color cover, on high quality paper with some artwork. Each issue of RUNES has a different theme. The premier issue, GATEWAY, includes poems by Stephen Corey, Ruth Daigon, Jane Hirshfield, Martha Rhodes, David St. John, Ronald Wallace and Richard Wilbur.

Editors: CB Follett and Susan Terris

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REVIEWS

Runes arrived today and looks stunning!--truly astonishingly beautiful, and the work is superb! … it's a knock out beginning to end.
–poet David St. John

BRAVA! A real survey of modern American poetry –such a variety of voices and styles and each poem seems the best of its kind.There are so many terrific poems that it would be difficult to name what movedme most. I had intended to dip into it and read it slowly but onceI got started one poem led into another logically and effortlessly so that Isimply couldn't put it down...
–poet/editor Ruth Daigon

Runes:A Review of Poetry: a very handsome début.
–Joseph Parisi, Editor of Poetry

Congrats on the beautiful magazine! How very impressive.
–Brenda Hillman, Poet

RUNES looks beautiful. The photographs on the cover are haunting . .. the book design is splendid . . I'm very excited about it. "Unlocked” is a terrific start, a work that invites the reader to keep going.
–Daniel Terris, Director, International Center for Ethics, Justice and Public Life, Brandeis University.

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LANDSCAPE WITH SWALLOWS
by Curtis Bauer

I am in Iowa,
on the edge of town
and all the space in the world
will never help. Or
the sunlight. Or the omelets
I make for my wife
so she can remember
La Gran Via and Las Ramblas.
She wants to be a bird
flying above Barcelona
until she tires.
She wants to be a bird
and sit on someone’s sill
and watch the streets
as if from their eyes.
She hardly sleeps.
She moves her hands
in circles above her head.
Her baths are long.
The bed and her shoes
are too big. Each night
she tells me
I might wake
and find feathers on our sheets.

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