Number 9, March 1999 IN THIS ISSUE... Dawn over Boggy Creek Road by Patricia Akhimie Ladies of the Road by Peter Ravenscroft Highway 9, 26 West by Richard Johnston Dogs by Tristan Snell

DAWN OVER BOGGY CREEK ROAD You will leave me at gate 97. We drove away from the house on the high road     that takes you through flat grass fields to Orlando. To the north and the south I knew there were no mountains behind the mist, nothing but cows and squat forests of live oak The mist made a curious separation-- The yearling calves had no legs, and the short pines had no trunks. Divided, they sat heavily turning gold. With the eye of the world rising and mist in the lowest pockets, the exit onto Boggy Creek Road came swiftly and we turned off the highway. Boggy Creek reminds you of Foggy Bottom, a bus stop in Washington I am playing with the tight curls at the nape of my neck. Orlando International rises like a temple from the mist. --Patricia Akhimie