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Page 38 from Issue 60 shoppers-not rushing about the way people did downtown but, it seemed to ... watch, because on that night the ghetto unleashed its imagination and that was a furious and hilarious ... thing. And it was here, too, on Forty-seventh Street, that he found the South Center-a department store ...
James Ashbery
examine each other in the dream. Was it fine sap Coursing in the tree That made the buds stand out, each ... Footsteps searching it that way Yet they can't have it can't not have the tune that way ... breath of spring creeps up on you and floors you. I had thought of all this years before But now it was ...
John Ashbery
the dream. Was it fine sap Coursing in the tree That made the buds stand out, each with a peculiar ... it that way Yet they can't have it can't not have the tune that way And we keep ... creeps up on you and floors you. I had thought of all this years before But now it was making no sense. ...
the eyes, and blowing gently into its fur. Both Luka and she begin laughing, and Luka leads us out of ... motions to step inside. The door clicks solidly shut behind us. It is cold enough inside to make our ... breaths visible. A dozen lambs hang from the top hooks along one wall, while five or six suckling pigs ...
the eyes, and blowing gently into its fur. Both Luka and she begin laughing, and Luka leads us out of ... motions to step inside. The door clicks solidly shut behind us. It is cold enough inside to make our ... breaths visible. A dozen lambs hang from the top hooks along one wall, while five or six suckling pigs ...
the pig was so nice and brown and crispy you could just crack it between your teeth or chew on it all ... stuff. Or he's in the alley. Garbage picking. Bringing home more junk, fixing it, then trying to ... get rid of it. He can hardly get the car in the garage, he's got so much junk in there. Now ...
the pig was so nice and brown and crispy you could just crack it between your teeth or chew on it all ... stuff. Or he's in the alley. Garbage picking. Bringing home more junk, fixing it, then trying to ... get rid of it. He can hardly get the car in the garage, he's got so much junk in there. Now ...
said about thinking making it so. A slight breeze ripples across my skin. Above the trees, two airplane ... looks off into the corner of the room, where there is a poster of a not-just-for-Christmas python, its ... any hair, and in the summer it weeps a soft yellow pus. Lately, her eyes are tear-crusted. The eyes ...
Reginald Shepherd
Plato's Cave The eye of the lake is on fire. Pluck it out: a bloom of clotted blood that stains the palm ... l-am-not-a-little-boy, rumors the skin becomes of glass. This is my heart of running water stilled, pooled sap from ... with wounded light. Sunset inflects surface tensions with its blister, then recedes into the ...
Summer 2003
be pre; served; then we flung boiling water over it to peel off the skin and took the meat that was ... Page 273 from Issue 116 made the pista, that is we butchered the pig. Always under the waning ... moon. Everything must be done under the waning moon, also pruning trees or cutting hair. Never with the ...

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