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Page 81 from Issue 119

moon and salt, cold and uninhabited: my heart's healed over under ice and parable. Would you ... long to be true. I don't want my dead back, not any more, dreaming they're just in ... unseasonable cold, no birds, everything gets dirty fast. Then memory becomes rain after days of overcast, wet ...
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Page 79 from Issue 104

one never. The cold gushing from the air conditioner. A fly snarling against the glass. The sun slic­ ... stillness crushing HER chest. In the hallway the numb bulb is burning. He's on his back on his bed ... his forehead glistening his eyes glimmering glimmering under his lids. The dead bolts of his eyes. His ...
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For My Mother in Lieu of Mourning; Dust

Reginald Shepherd
return in single file, repeat themselves: sleep and snow, moon and salt, cold and uninhabited: my ... My Mother in Lieu of Mourning It takes a thing so long to be true. I don't want my dead ... loading dock and idling delivery truck fumes: unseasonable cold, no birds, everything gets dirty fast. ...
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Page 289 from Issue 78

marketing ploys, the New Moon had remained a mystery. People knew how big it was, they could plot its orbit ... size of the old moon: its proximity to earth would make it appear so much larger. I don't mean ... time since the forties and the Cold War defrosted. (The Russians had given over stockpiling activities ...
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Page 135 from Issue 62

marketing ploys, the New Moon had remained a mystery. People knew how big it was, they could plot its orbit ... size of the old moon: its proximity to earth would make it appear so much larger. I don't mean ... time since the forties and the Cold War defrosted. (The Russians had given over stockpiling activities ...
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Page 110 from Issue 80

the numbness that once was me. Only I and the whispering voice, and cold seeping into my frame. The ... Page 110 from Issue 80 seize them with an urgency I cannot name, and so I call it longing, I call ... it want. I know what I want. We will meet, the two of us, in a moment I cannot imagine: for a moment ...
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Page 7 from Issue vol4-no2

has suddenly emerged as a new and powerful tool of astronomical research. Two things were needed to ... Balloons can reach 100,000 feet carrying two or three tons of equipment, and can stay aloft for a day or ... ease than he can at present in a satellite. Such a balloon can float above 98 and even 99% of the ...
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The Return

Ron Rash
your hands and mine together reap what Ive sown. What news I have of others you may wish to here. The ... pasture below the cabin. Tired as he was, he could not sleep, and would have gone on had the moon and ... numb. Teeth clicked like struck marbles. Just the wet and cold, he told himself, but thought of last ...
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Page 129 from Issue 106

Fall 1999
clear water. The sun was going down, but the moon was rising. Your left hand touched my right; soon the ... other two were meeting, and before sleep we saw a new planet rising through choked calls, the ... love was in the rotation. I found your glance, The hill was green with cultivation. Grapes in baskets, ...
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Page 24 from Issue vol6-no2

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, ... Page 24 from Issue vol6-no2 CRIPPLE She smiles too long, too broadly As their strength-bound hands ...

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