the flight of goldfinches. To what dead summer gone? Oh return and sorrow, my soul. For what lost ... snow. GREEN THE EASTER RABBIT When I saw that damned white rabbit with two cats already dead of neglect, ... strength-bound hands Move her from the taxicab Into the familiar wheelchair. She grasps and wrings the ...
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Page 147 from Issue 87 EI Salvador del Mundo It's full moon here. Saturn and Jupiter line ... street were a sky, glass would glitter like stars, a thousand broken pieces along the curb. The planets ... would swing on their startled orbits, the earth, a heavy fist of heart, turn blue as death, flexing its ...
Sun moon stars rain. She liked her job, an easy commute to the city; she liked her friends, and it ... stamping and blowing, his hands up his sleeves. Your mechanical skills were limited, to say the least; but ... it was cold, the sun going down in banked red coals, and not much traffic to speak of on this road, ...
Sacrifice for the Future Astronaut Every night at six, my parents return from a moon ... moons they don’t want to revisit and the world’s largest satellite celebrating the first dog ... to orbit Earth, who sits next to her bowl. My parents are thirsty when they come home. My ...
a "moon" only in the sense that Greenland is an "island") must both control and bind the ... are two entirely distinct "works-of-art-within-the-work-of art" in The Gift: the ... the example of the two voices of Godunov-Cherdyntsev, both so absolutely different, yet both coming ...
to mind flight, pursuit and rescue. Out of the corner of my eye I look at the waxing moon, half ... feels the impersonal contact of the parquet floor. When you lie in gardens, on the other hand ... , you're not restricted by the limits of your body, and you drive away the sickly sensation of your own ...
trolley-bus. The pale, cold wind slaps reddened hands until they're numb. The lighted city overflows ... south-side streets a random swimmer sadly floats. A Jewish accent wanders down a yellowed melancholy stair. ... unable to explain her grief. The chilly evening floats above our eyes; a trembling snowflake strikes the ...
veering dangerously close to the sun, or colliding with another planet like Saturn or Jupiter, an event ... drifts, the blinding desert of whiteness in the sun, the silent rain of flakes through headlights and ... colorless and lacking in depth that she imagined the earth to have skidded off its orbit, into some ...
of the moon around this earth are left to chance, or the revolution of the planets around the sun in ... of your music do you think ought to be handed down to posterity and how much just written for the ... QUESTION: How much of your music do you think the composer should in fact determine, and how much should be ...
Evening Sun. *First or principal edition. 24 Issue 80 page ... Page 24 from Issue 80 Editio Princeps" Austere and unforgiving spring Overshadowed by ... malaise, Precocious, tantalizing days Protracted into evening By the sun's reluctant rays, ...
