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<html> <head> <title>Supolo.com About my book: Turning Stones</title> </head> <body background="../images/Darkstarssml.gif" text="#ffff99" link="#00cccc" alink="red" vlink="aqua" bgcolor="#000066"> <table cool width="803" height="1258" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" gridx="16" showgridx usegridx gridy="16" showgridy usegridy> <tr height="1" cntrlrow> <td width="1" height="1"></td> <td width="16" height="1"><spacer type="block" width="16" height="1"></td> <td width="144" height="1"><spacer type="block" width="144" height="1"></td> <td width="48" height="1"><spacer type="block" width="48" height="1"></td> <td width="96" height="1"><spacer type="block" width="96" height="1"></td> <td width="16" height="1"><spacer type="block" width="16" height="1"></td> <td width="80" height="1"><spacer type="block" width="80" height="1"></td> <td width="16" height="1"><spacer type="block" width="16" height="1"></td> <td width="32" height="1"><spacer type="block" width="32" height="1"></td> <td width="16" height="1"><spacer type="block" width="16" height="1"></td> <td width="25" height="1"><spacer type="block" width="25" height="1"></td> <td width="231" height="1"><spacer type="block" width="231" height="1"></td> <td width="80" height="1"><spacer type="block" width="80" height="1"></td> </tr> <tr height="96"> <td width="1" height="96"><spacer type="block" width="1" height="96"></td> <td width="160" height="336" colspan="2" rowspan="3" valign="top" align="left" xpos="0"><img src="../images/bookcoversml.gif" width="150" height="223" lowsrc="../images/bookcoversmlls.gif" autolowsrc></td> <td width="288" height="160" colspan="6" rowspan="2" valign="top" align="left" xpos="160" content csheight="160"><font size="6">Turning Stones </font><font size="5"><br> A Collection of Poems and Stories</font> <p>By<font size="5"> Su Polo</font></p> <p><font size="5">is available at St. Marks Books <br> in NYC on E. 9th Street, <br> at 3rd Avenue.</font></td> <td width="16" height="96"></td> <td width="256" height="96" colspan="2" rowspan="1" valign="top" align="left" xpos="464"><img src="../SuPoloweb.gif" width="73" height="77"></td> <td width="80" height="96"></td> </tr> <tr height="64"> <td width="1" height="64"><spacer type="block" width="1" height="64"></td> <td width="16" height="64"></td> <td width="256" height="240" colspan="2" rowspan="2" valign="top" align="left" xpos="464" content csheight="224"><font size="5">Su Polo is a multitalented artist. A native New Yorker, her writing conveys unusual insights and surprises found in life's everyday events and encounters. </font> <p><font size="5">She is a singer/songwriter, photographer, painter and sculptor, computer graphic artist and designed this website. </font></td> <td width="80" height="64"></td> </tr> <tr height="176"> <td width="1" height="176"><spacer type="block" width="1" height="176"></td> <td width="288" height="176" colspan="6" rowspan="1" valign="top" align="left" xpos="160" content csheight="159"><font size="5">or by contacting <a href="mailto:[email protected]" target="_self" title="link to my email"><u>[email protected]</u></a> <br> or send $7.00 ($5 + $2 pstg & pkg) per copy to :<br> Su Polo, <br> P.O. Box 1434, <br> Madison Square Station, <br> NY 10159-1434<br> Thank you for your support!</font></td> <td width="16" height="176"></td> <td width="80" height="176"></td> </tr> <tr height="64"> <td width="1" height="64"><spacer type="block" width="1" height="64"></td> <td width="489" height="64" colspan="10" rowspan="1" valign="top" align="left" xpos="0" content csheight="64"><font size="5">Read a review of this book in the <br> frigatezine.com online magazine</font><font size="4"> </font><a href="http://www.frigatezine.com/review/poetry/rpy03bon.html#turning" target="Flashpoints by B. Boncek" title="Link to book review #1"><font size="5"><u>http://www.frigatezine.com/review/poetry/rpy03bon.html#turning</u></font></a></td> <td width="231" height="64"></td> <td width="80" height="64"></td> </tr> <tr height="14"> <td width="1" height="14"><spacer type="block" width="1" height="14"></td> <td width="16" height="14"></td> <td width="144" height="14"></td> <td width="48" height="14"></td> <td width="96" height="14"></td> <td width="16" height="14"></td> <td width="480" height="192" colspan="7" rowspan="3" valign="top" align="left" xpos="320" content csheight="189"><font size="4" color="lime"><b>Come to</b></font><font size="5" color="lime"><b> </b></font><font size="5" color="lime"><b>Saturn Series</b></font><font color="lime"><b> Poetry Reading — celebrating our 14th year!</b></font><font size="4"><br> <b>Every Monday Nite at 7:00pm to 9:30pm, Sign-up at 7. <br> Open Mic plus 1 feature.</b></font><b> $3.00 Donation $8 drink Min.</b> <p><font size="5" color="lime"><b>@Nightingale 213 East 13th Street, at 2nd Avenue. <br> </b></font><font size="5">Hosted by David Elsasser and Su Polo</font></p> <p>Take #6,N,R to Union Sq. Then a short walk East. or L to 1st ave, walk West</td> </tr> <tr height="98"> <td width="1" height="98"><spacer type="block" width="1" height="98"></td> <td width="304" height="98" colspan="4" rowspan="1" valign="top" align="left" xpos="0" content csheight="69"><font size="5" color="lime"><b>Visit this site<br> </b></font><a href="http://www.poetrycentral.com"><font size="5">poetrycentral.com</font></a> <br> for the current events in the NYC poetry world.</td> <td width="16" height="98"></td> </tr> <tr height="80"> <td width="1" height="80"><spacer type="block" width="1" height="80"></td> <td width="208" height="80" colspan="3" rowspan="1" valign="top" align="left" xpos="0" content csheight="32"><a href="../index.html"><font size="5">Back to main page . . .</font></a></td> <td width="96" height="80"></td> <td width="16" height="80"></td> </tr> <tr height="320"> <td width="1" height="320"><spacer type="block" width="1" height="320"></td> <td width="16" height="320"></td> <td width="384" height="663" colspan="5" rowspan="2" valign="top" align="left" xpos="16" content bgcolor="#ccccff" csheight="663"><font size="5" color="black">Sour Cherries </font><font size="4" color="black">©1998 Su Polo</font> <p><font size="4" color="black">There is a wonderful sense of fear growing in me. Fear of the unknown, fear of finding out, fear of finding love. I ate some sour cherries yesterday. The fear of the first tart taste biting my tongue was overruled by the satisfaction of the sweet cherry flavor filling my mouth and causing a smile and thoughts of wanting more. Have another - there's more. Sour cherries - try one. Doesn't everybody try one. <br> If someone says "Sour cherries," children's hands fly up to try one. If you say "Sour grapes," yuck, that's a whole different story. Sour cherries; children's hands are always held up high, because they know you'll torture them by trying to keep them out of reach.<br> But they will come anyway.<br> And you will give in.<br> Sour Cherries,<br> Sour Cherries,<br> Sour Cherries.</font></p> <p> </p> <p><font size="5" color="black">YOU BRING THE SUN <br> <br> My velvet pen sends forth the blossoms <br> Petaled beds in bunches, in glad bouquets. <br> Sweet spindly bramble of scented starlight <br> Ferns and fronds, the mosses — ours. <br> Buttercup and lily pad, their plates <br> Filled in golden praise. <br> You bring the Sun — you bring the day. <br> Pray, never turn your face away. <br> The jewel weed — You rise above <br> Love is greed — The clouds the moon <br> The Earth does turn to face the Sun, <br> There is no need if we are one. <br> <br> —Su Polo<br> </font></p> <p> </td> <td width="16" height="320"></td> <td width="384" height="320" colspan="5" rowspan="1" valign="top" align="left" xpos="416" content bgcolor="#ccccff" csheight="320"><font size="5" color="black">Safety Pin </font><font size="4" color="black">©1998 Su Polo (written at Broome St. Bar)</font> <p><font size="4" color="black">I found a pin in the street thank you. Yes, I picked it up. A safety pin. Safety; now there's a word that has many meanings. Especially recently. Safety is at issue. Yet, sometimes, what you don't want is safety. Sometimes you just need to take your chances; to go out on a limb; leap of faith; go where no one has gone before. Yet, not to be confused with a pin tossed in a game of hopscotch.</font></p> <p><font size="4" color="black">This quiet pin rests on the table before me, silver steel with its coiled, spring hinged, needle tipped shaft, tense and temporarily sheathed in its machined holster head; a tiny but artful device with about as many uses as its name has meanings. Laying on the brown wood bar table. The shiny perfection perched with all its possibilities on the muddy patinaed surface. Scratched and bruised with years of use by passing plates and forks and knives. Carved into with some relative to sharpness, to shape a rough heart around the name JOEY. Some lover's whisper, carved to keep safe.</font></td> </tr> <tr height="343"> <td width="1" height="343"><spacer type="block" width="1" height="343"></td> <td width="16" height="343"></td> <td width="16" height="343"></td> <td width="32" height="343"></td> <td width="16" height="343"></td> <td width="25" height="343"></td> <td width="231" height="343"></td> <td width="80" height="343"></td> </tr> </table> </body> </html>