High Watermark Salo[o]n

H I G H

W A T E R M A R K

S A L O [ O ] N

In the aftermath of Federal Disaster #1649,

a 2006 flood along the Delaware River,

Lori Anderson Moseman & Tom Moseman

founded the High Watermark Salo[o]n

to celebrate writers and artists whose

creative bouancy builds community.

left: Doug Rogers

right: Sheila Goloborotko's 55 Prints

2 0 0 9	C H A P B O O K S
v. 3 n. 1		This suspended contraption needs you to winch it but you have no faith in weight or cleats. A Ken-doll can’t do it nor a garden stickman no more than a tomato stake to tie to, in other words, no wimpy string tie you wouldn’t wear a tie if they paid you or be tied. excerpt from Victoria Boynton's "Ties"	ARTIST Marney Lieberman POET Victoria Boynton
v. 3 n. 2		deciduous and decide, juniper jumps and fishes, birds and tractors and flowers and two cars, wooden fruit and the phone lit up on the floor inside excerpt from Katie Yates' Morning Stories	ARTIST Julian Wong POET Katie Yates
v. 3 n. 3		Second chakra hisses as it speeds its orange wheel balancing the journey of energy moving skyward. this sky rum pouring from the sky's heart, I see in the mirror of my womb's orange beat the matrix of forces, excerpt from Pramila Venkateswaran' "Orange"	ARTIST Dolores Bentham POET Pramila Venkateswaran
v. 3 n. 4		It looks, once again, like copper in the throat. The tea kettle. Guttered leaves. Stillness of a holiday. Three a.m. seems a long life away. The sky of Japanese scrolls uncreases a dog. Several shapes fly through one another. We think we're sleeping, believe the hypnosis of breathing. Honestly. Of course. What could be done? And would? Too many birds do not comprehend the language of snails. excerpt from George Kalamaras' "Hypnosis of Breathing"	ARTIST Alvaro Cardona-Hine POET George Kalamaras