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Page 263 from Issue 77

Winter 1989/90
Page 263 from Issue 77 not just this fish, but the one who killed it, that butcher who cleaned it. I would eat the way he squats, the way he reaches into the plastic tubs and pulls out a fish, clubs it, takes it to the sink, guts it, drops it on the weigh ...
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Page 265 from Issue 77

Winter 1989/90
Page 265 from Issue 77 hissing mist and waste. What I thought was the body humming reside, reside, was the body sighing revise, revise. 0, the murderous deletions, the keening down to nothing, the cleaving. All of the body's revisions end in deat ...
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Page 266 from Issue 77

Winter 1989/90
Page 266 from Issue 77 In the trade of my soul's shaping, he traffics in hews and hacks. No easy thing, violence. One of its names? Change. Change resides in the embrace of the effaced and the effacer, in the covenant of the opened and the opener ...
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Page 268 from Issue 77

Winter 1989/90
Page 268 from Issue 77 the acknowledgment of pain, it makes everything something else, and anything can be pretty if you stand far enough away. 1 remember reading in Reich that when the belly gets hard, the emotions warp. As we get sicker, we say, Never f ...
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Page 269 from Issue 77

Winter 1989/90
Page 269 from Issue 77 Being Caught Coming and Going As I'm about to turn up the steps, a man, walking the other direction, notices where I'm going: into a brick house partially hidden behind oak and immense lilac, the psychiatric center ...
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Page 271 from Issue 77

Winter 1989/90
Page 271 from Issue 77 Blind L. S. Asekoff Once in a blue moon a gull flies this far inland. Mostly we get birds of passage, duck, heron, geese-the long riders traveling in flocks as far south as Florida. They steer by starlight <Sc magnetic clocks ...
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Page 272 from Issue 77

Winter 1989/90
Page 272 from Issue 77 smokes like a candle in the wind but there is no wind only an eerie hush as of held breath then rushing toward us across still water panic cries, sudden night. Wave after wave rolled over us, a rippling tide of electric darkness, ti ...
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Page 273 from Issue 77

Winter 1989/90
Page 273 from Issue 77 Two Poems Claribel Alegria Little Cambray Tamales (5,000,000 bite-size tamales) for Eduardo and Helena, who asked me for a Salvadoran recipe Two pounds of mestizo dough half a pound of imported Spanish loin well-done and finely chop ...
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Page 274 from Issue 77

Winter 1989/90
Page 274 from Issue 77 put it all on to cook over a low flame for five hundred years and... what a taste. 274 Issue 77 page ...
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Page 276 from Issue 77

Winter 1989/90
Page 276 from Issue 77 Two Poems David, Galler The Hammer The sand shark lies at my feet. Above the hazed white clouds Beyond the scale-smeared dock, Out past the tidal flats, There in the trembling sky I see in my mind's-eye Myself as a small bo ...

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