"I've had that piece of junk in the house my whole life, and no one was interested in it till now. You ... can take it, on condition that you tell me what you want it for." "That ... I can't say, because I don't know. I have forgotten. I know quite well that I do need it, but ...

Page 250 from Issue 80 Reviews: Appearing and Disappearing Selves Willard Spiegelman Brooks ... Intelligence of Clouds, Harcourt Brace Jovanovich, 1989, 80 pages; hardback, $13.95; paperback, $7.95 Eleanor ... ourselves, "wrote this book?" These four poets can be ranged along an axis of familiarity, ...

impulse I do not know, only that I fall with it, and in my falling find myself, and, finding, fall, and ... Page 117 from Issue 80 * And even this I tell you only after, speaking of a place where words ... can't follow. * In that moment, a door opened in me, offering me the chance to pass between I am and ...

Page 174 from Issue 80 collective and perpetual incomunicado have difficulty affirming their own ... it's worthwhile to evoke how we felt, those of us in exile, at the beginning of our inexistence. The ... began to modify our names on the letters' return addresses. I didn't find it difficult ...

Page 104 from Issue 80 calls, in a cadence that pulses, waking echoes in the hollow within me, ... drum of me something beats, as though trapped and calling, the note of it fading, and then only ... near. In my frame I feel them: Iapetus and Phoebe, Dione and Tethys, Rhea, and the largest one, orange ...