Page 38 from Issue 80 Poem for Jade Light gone out of day. In your small house I would guess ... it shadows him and, deepening, Blanches and frets the new forsythia Until, in dusk, movement is snow. ... bones. Your gaze, brazenly alive. And, when your daughter brings her newest doll, Porcelain, shattered ...

Page 82 from Issue 80 Drought Summer We put down two dollars at the roadside stand and walked out ... the tiny fruit that did not quench but raised a sharper thirst-chalky with road dust, bitter, tart. No ... roof smoking, eating the bitter cherries, spitting stones. 82 Issue 80 page ...

taking care: the family and all its heirlooms 80 Issue 58 page ... Page 80 from Issue 58 Father and son His body is long, his face is long and thin. Overhung ... eyebrows and smoke-black eyes, and darkened hollows beneath cheekbones and chin. His teeth are white, and ...

limits of its own identity as representation, because stories are by definition only display; they can ... and its forms can never be confidently distinguished from reality. For discussion see Jacques Derrida, ... hope that prophecy brings about its own fulfillment. John's closing exhortation to ...

bring the gossip hounds to sniff the ruins, the mess I made of it all. She would like, we infer, to be ... HERE FOR 75 YEARS And though the language was my own I found it difficult to read through such a thick ... Page 260 from Issue 80 some mad striptease of art, tell all, embarrass everyone, even the dog and ...