on several of the western islands for the first time in a century. I trace their route back to the ... islands along the mainland peninsula to the road bridge at Tysnes wilded by their meanderings believing ... moulted antlers loving the brittle dew latched to the velvet fed as from hands that offered up such ...
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Ode to the small shit The moon gets a glass of milk before sleep. A PBJ for the woods I own ... according to the state but not the Navajo. When these offerings are gone in the morning, ants are busy ... hides under her hair in class keeps a lamp in there, a desk, is busy writing letters with her left hand ...
after the last avatar of paradise, the cold blue bird nesting on the planets You, take in the moons of ... among the loose stones, the dead ewes mating with bears and with dinosaurs 191 Issue 94 page Claire ...
outlines shift among waves. I carry nothing. I seek everything. Your hands are what I remember most, the ... sun remains aloof (sated with control of the islands), a tropical Machiavelli wearing golden ribbons, ... way, when you gestured, your fingers passed through the air in a singular motion. The cloud-gatherer ...
Page 80 from Issue 129 He smelled the sea. The clouds were fluorescent. And when it was too cold ... Her face was brilliant against the deep light of the setting sun and he saw the beauty there, its ... She said, "Do you think we ought to have gone to Phuket?" It was their honeymoon she ...
been started by two sisters and was now a dozen strong. This was her favorite part of the job, helping ... "Malta? Crete?" Flora gestured as if the smoky room were ringed with exotic islands. "So ... take as many trains as possible. I plan to re-read Anna Karenina and forage for sandwiches while your ...
Page 268 from Issue 132 That night, after the sun goes down, the heat intensifies. It is as though ... the sun did not set but tunneled into the Earth and now swel ters it inside out rather than outside ... a clipping of the moon dangles in the sky, providing little light, and still he can hear the insistent hum of ...
trusts the laws of aerodynamics. My mind stampedes. I can almost accept that a battleship floats, and ... on it is tranquilized, numb or asleep. Teenaged girls rub coconut oil on each other's ... sun and throw a spray of white rays across glazed shoulders. The girls arrange their wet hair with ...
that a battleship floats, and everybody knows steel sinks. I see fear in her now and am not going to ... beach is standing still today. Everyone on it is tranquilized, numb or asleep. Teenaged girls rub ... compacts like clamshells; mirrors catch the sun and throw a spray of white rays across glazed shoulders. ...
Page 98 from Issue 63 VASKO POPA: TWO POEMS The Burning Hands Two burning hands are sinking In the ... depths of heaven They do not grasp at the star That floats around them And twinkles and crosses itself ... A head with a tlower in its teeth Wandering circles the earth The sun meets it It bows to him And goes on ...
