Page 148 from Issue 106 TRIQUARTERLY Meditation: Invocation I held my tongue, my breath until it ... watercolors, on the wall Of winter the cold chisel makes an image: Teeth are bared, lips curling back, gums ... panting with life as It runs out of us and pools at our sides. Walking noiselessly in among the trees ...

Page 146 from Issue 80 fore, that Astrov does not object to any and all destruction of trees ... Elena's, becomes rapidly apocalyptic or utopian. They intone 146 Issue 80 page ... "You will say that... the old life must naturally give place to the new. Yes, I understand, and if in ...

into winter, folding circuses, ocean liners frozen in mid-wave. The moon moves over the sun; my hand ... Page 91 from Issue 58 The show goes on. The beauty of summer upon us, and something in me is deep ... test made blind men think the sun was rising early and in the wrong direction. Fermi collected side ...

Page 10 from Issue 113 and story (intrinsically human creations). To do so is to be aware that we ... and spoken poetry, been based on ob­ servations of the natural world. Spring, the poets tell us, ... signifies re­ newal and hope; winter is death. Mountains are forever; rivers embody change, and a garden ...