Page 48 from Issue 80 Leopardi's La sera del di di Festa A few bedroom lights. The moon ... in windless apple trees shines across the rooftops, picking apart hills, empty streets... ... You're above it all, sleeping in your room. No night-sweats or pulsing throat, no shiver when world-stuff ...

over their hard palates into the stiff fixed rings of their throats. They'd use and torture it ... fluttering, they'd shoot between their places in the trees or over other houses. Your porch would ... 8 Skinner's error: nothing exists but behavior that can be observed the father who murders his drug-addicted ...

place hovers in the groves of trees inviting the eye away from what it sees as if just behind the stairs ... water just beyond your gaze its opaque shadows thick as the impasto of a dream you can ... Page 21 from Issue 80 Atget's Gardens As I am now seventy years of age and without heirs ...

could close his eyes and follow the mission not by smell alone but by the rhythm it called out of his ... he chunks these down almost to the ground, make it easier for the new shoots to corne through. This ... enough so their skins are almost white. He takes the bunch, tops and levels the tree, then hoists the ...