write the plane was always level and the moon dipped i had cleaned the room all my taste had gone the ... whiskey tasted like milk chocolate i had bought all the books for my friends my shoulder still ached from ... late i combed my hair in a window in the tube it was still summer i was and still am addicted to ...

blanco, un caballete. * * * 1917 My adolescence, a deep longing For a little painting box, An empty ... escayola, desnuda al ala del diseno. * * * And the statues. In my adolescent dreams, there floated on high ... a plaster cast Aphrodite, Nude on the wing of my design. In the Cas6n, that delightful little palace of ...

Page 231 from Issue 87 Why didn't you oil my flames with nard? Was it too much even to ... scatter cheap hyacinths, to honor my tomb with a broken wine jar? Let Lygdamus burn-that slave of yours ... repays with labor if she lets fall a word about my beauty. Since old Petale remembered me with garlands, ...

I'd still return to watch you every night Shining above my father's garden, And talk to you ... from the windows Of this house I lived in as a child, Where I saw my joys come to an end. How many ... images, how many fantasies Seeing you and your companion-lights Once created in my mind! When silent, ...

lost her forever, my older sister, Rachel, helped me memorize the Stations of the Cross. While Dad ... bad." I liked the station because the photo­ realist rendering of Veronica in my Spirituality Now! ... confirmation guidebook looked just like me when I wore my hair pulled back, silhou­ etted my lids with smoky ...