the ghost moon tilting in the window, the pelicans sun struck and dozing on buoys in the bay, the ... a Counting Crows song those years on Balboa Island, when every morning was a skewed So long sung vaguely to ... equally gone and ready to stab it, the empty wrist exposed to drizzly morning sunlight and pinking beneath ...
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sceptres in their pinions, lightning in talons, the blizzard in their tails, flutterd your Volscians in ... Corioli, and teach to kill? and teach to wind the kingdom out on ever widening orbits? The list of his ... Crimson Topaz, Topaza Pella, 7Yz in., Guianas. Streamertail, Trochilus Polytmus, 9Yz in., Island of ...
self, beloved, and place that double lenses reveal. “In your dialect, where does the sun go down?” Asks ... consider the ongoing relationship of mines to contested islands, living sea turtles to dead flags: “A ... a series of trees cleared for the hunger of a series of orbits from outer space.” A Special Insert from ...
stuck in Freemont without your mom and left in charge of your two younger siblings. Dad told them to ... cardboard like tops, like planets, like they will never stop spinning. The man’s gone. Dad’s in the crowd ... Serafina. It’s a good name to say when you’re going to bed and you’ve said good night and you’ve called your ...
eyes, And footsteps are sure and true As a king in spurs, and, caught In your own orbit, planet of days, ... people are of two natures, And no one knows which is best. But that's the gods' sting; ...
filament of lightbulb, God, the sun’s burn, in the candle-flame, God, when you cast your spell. After the ... note. Her voice, cold breath: the time for playing has passed. Dwell. Where have you left your ... your bed, a prayer stitched in sharp squares: thanks be to God’s moon-crested crown, His axe, noose, ...
Fall 1986
Two weeks ago, when a waxing moon held the floating dead at bay, Lang shot a raccoon. Clint agreed ... overwhelms Lang. Sitting on the steps with the twenty-two on his knees, waiting for whatever may assault the ... face and hands every time he eats, but he would sometimes like a shower. He is always itching now, one ...
was river water, a bird twitter, ing, muffled voices from the distant market, and the tolling bell at ... French, could sit with their courtiers and friends, drink, watch the moon, compose poems, and even gamble ... both sent into exile: the former to Algeria, and the latter to Reunion Island, a departement ...
wood. The island fell silent, and the little room grew numb with cold. Starving birds crossed the island ... windows on the island night after night. Stones, grasses and animals crossed their frontiers and cowered ... close to each other. The island began to cool. The grownups moved in herds near the ele phant trees. ...
sun by the larger lumber long gone. I was feeling used up too. It got steeper and slipperier near the ... Page 14 from Issue 34 The creek was tangled with dead vines in the forest, slow going. Besides, ... the cold air caught inyourlungs if you wenttoofast, and I needed to breathe easy. I went up to my ...
