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Page 237 from Issue 74 Robert Johnson smashes the sound box with his palm sheep went astray the moon shot an octave a cruel glare floods his skull his voice tinkered with a picker biting a raw yellow onion Then screws up slab of face distorting linear time severing brambles and readjusts his mouth ...
Page 32 from Issue 80 The Whale Statues mouth their quiet, instinctual vowels, and the little animals gathering for generations: mollusk, fish, pig, swim deep to me, past the greenish-yellow biers, past my garlanded unborn with silken lanugo swept across his arms, past lichen that catches in my hair, ...
yellow bud in the night's simpering fire. Without you the starlings gulp down small pebbles ...
purple, that was truly a fine adornment, but for blonds with hair yellower than a torch it is better ...
A few hazy yellow stars above the northern horizon. Without art, the song was perfectly artistic. ...
The Steadying 15 3 William Heyen ESSAY Yellow Peril 238 Jianying Zha CONTRIBUTORS 265 Cover painting, Tethered ...
Page 168 from Issue 93 TRIQUARTERLY Texas Gulliver Malaria The General digs into an ant-mound, anxious to learn its mechanism. Mazes of tunnels & chambers, patches of fibrous white & yellow mold-he can not make sense of it, & can not find the queen, if there is one, not even ...
Page 172 from Issue 93 TRIQUARTERLY Flame Custer saw a maybe willow spangled in yellow as though on fire. As he rode closer, it kept wavering in flames. Closer, & bits of flame detached & reattached, whole branches of flame. Close enough, & the tree seethed with butterflies, aswarm, like ...
Page 120 from Issue 99 TRIQUARTERL Y It was dawn. On the horizon lay another sunrise staining the cloth of heaven red, orange, yellow, pink. And now, face down, the child began to cry. I can't recall who cut the cord. Through the window we could see a small oasis: four houses, a grove of palms. ...
Spring/Summer 1998
Page 142 from Issue 102 ThIQuARTERLY Still Life Elliot Figman I take the objects I love and arrange them brown egg white pitcher yellow bowl circled with periwinkle blue All objects find their home, all objects are seated. All pose, like Aunt Martha with Aunt Rose; the early, formal days. The elegant ...

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