coin from my hand before I could give it, and, turning to spy who else might be coming up the road, ... He looked a happy man, his aches forgotten. Without raising his yellow eyes to mine, he snatched the ... said, "'Joy yourself, now!" Seven campers and two tents showed in the trees ...

Page 55 from Issue 80 The Barn All day the roads we traveled narrowing, westward across New ... repair, its great wood caging like some creature's ribs dug decades back from the rocky stream ... push toward change in leaf-tip, sap, and vein, when the road turned and, there, suddenly, from the ...

Page 80 from Issue 76 a few street cigarettes- tailors, they were called- were lit up and passed ... a sort of bulkhead release, but not really too bad. It was a needed lift for all: a respite from the ... smell, the overhead asbestos, the dull swampy lighting and initial prison uncer­ tainties. They kicked it ...

explain it all to you... She fell quiet as she faced the river, widening as it went, with her eyes fixed ... chest. She shifted her hold on the child, she held it with its face towards me, its eyes were open and ... still alive but with all the fear we've been through he can't even close his eyes ...

lake. And eyes too. There it is, silent as if nothing had happened. But you can't fool me. The ... silent. Could have been a champion in the ring but it was nature for him to find his content on the land, ... Proxy or otherwise. Looking back at it now, it was a lost lyrical innocent place in which gasoline ...