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Page 28 from Issue 129 yet am my body's own, of evidence. Of my shame (see the towers how ... beneath the swept mountains of Caracas), I carry my lover's breath as a precious stone. And are ... these (yes they are) my fay ling? Of my part I have no more words, for my breath is not with me, she is ...
Page 68 from Issue 131 As he saddled up, my new guardian instructed: cut a switch thick as my ... was gone, he said, flogging my backside, then promised to beat me again when he got back. For years ... and inevitable, to be borne without complaint. My body a garden harrowed by coach whip, quirt, cane, ...
Page 34 from Issue 61 my face. I sat up. There were six eyes, six greenish eyes in the darkness. ... My blood went cold. Wolves. I got up fast, grabbed the chandelier and swung it around and around, ... and scattered back into the night. I was breathing so hard my heart felt like it would come out of me. ...
46. While slowly walking back to the station, I thought of my mother, who had once, years ago, given ... struck me right away that something had changed in the rooms. I missed all sorts of things. My mother was ... her before, but she seemed to be an old acquaintance of my mother's whom she hadn't ...
Page 216 from Issue 78 danced until my father "put his foot down," before ... I discovered, in the cheaper democracy of Group Class, the lie of my talent. This is the room for private ... I begin?" Madame wonders. Plunging. "It's my sad responsibility to tell you, Mrs. Brent... ...
Page 226 from Issue 34 Unhinged from the doors of my cell, Prince S's rabbit Is In the ... Michael Mad Dog, goddam, up & down the merry-go-round my head, It was on Second Avenue, he bummed ... [forgot to empty my sneakers after walking along the beach at sun up. The pebbles on the linoleum grate ...
was my uncle, whatever he had been-was, is-that had caused his children to repudiate whatever ... "So it was simply a matter of putting things into perspective. If my cousins could lay down their ... lives for my uncle, surely I could lay down and sleep for a few hours. "I rose on a Thursday ...
childless before the throne. It was just as my mother had said: the Pythia did look like a yellow onion with ... fleas. It was now my mother's turn. I stood kicking at a stone in anxiety. My mother would speak ... something important, but how was I to know im­ portance in my life? I kicked again, and then I heard my ...
I'm pretty rich in my own right porque I saved my money in the Show. Which I carry privately, rob me ... I am near the little town where I was born, in Texas, where I lived before my mother left me. I know ... all abloomin in the early morning light. And into this visiOn I took my seat, sat down to rest and ...
I peer in, craning my neck around the bouncer to see the kind of crowd assembled, then straighten to ... shake hands with Dorsey and Michael. "Vi parro. I leave you. This is my stop. Good luck and ... have fun in there." Michael kisses the top of my head. "Thanks for wandering with us, ...

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