wading files when Birnam boughs deploy toward Dunsinane-out toward the Goat Flats). Spey of the Symbol ... I speak of before the whale-roads or the keel-paths were from Orcades to the fiord-havens, or the greyed ...
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, raising their eyebrows momen tarily. Their long dresses swayed before me, lifting slightly to show their ... beneath the other the blue slivers startled me. I looked at my hands. Perhaps it was just as well that ... Page 45 from Issue 56 present. My fingers wagged before me. I didn't need to voice these ...
eyes she imagined trees swaying in an ocean breeze, men in sarongs (or loincloths) whose nipples became ... in advance every word the woman is reading. It is ten o'clock and Claire is still asleep. ... I hear a train whistle in the distance. The treetop just outside the window reminds me of the scene ...
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too. The slope was rocky, but there were yellow flowers everywhere. The stream and the path went, nice ... the bullet. The creek bank had grown steeper. Small trees, half-uprooted, leaned over it, and in ... places it had cut into the path. This side of the plateau, the rain from the night before had not seeped ...
on, saying nothing as we watched the blue tear drop from her eye and nestle briefly on her golden ... collar bone. Down it ran, tingeing the path to the ebony-tipped breast, resting there and dropping onto ... her belly. My mother walked quietly over to her friend; she put one finger under the golden chin and ...
Fall 1997
warehouses and long blocks of lots, tall fences topped by barbed wire, behind which what? We walked over ... a bridge (the train tracks beneath were thick with weeds) and there it was: a neighborhood-houses, yards, ... remember, the day was blue and clear, I recall the exact path of ant, the mica glinting in the curbstone, ...
man's eyes burning into his back like tiny disks of ice. The path angled away from the stream, as it ... would open upon a sunlit meadow. Over a crescent of trees on his right he would see the tops of the ... in the forest had continued some distance along the path. Gun drooping, he limped slowly ahead, ...
and boredom, intersect. His poetry traces and retraces com mon paths, but in its love of the simple, ... of patios" beneath the moon. Above all, there have been the streets those streets which ... years traversed the paths of land and sea, but ouly to you has my heart responded: hard, rose-colored ...
Sunlight flashes from glass. I fall, it falls, the ice falls, and I mine the Ring. But within me I watch as ... it draws near. I watch, and the hope that grows within me is a pain I cannot let go. * I have met ... Page 115 from Issue 80 * I have learned to ignore the radar, the spectrograph, the cameras and the ...
