looking like blue and white wint-o-green Crest. The lights were never on much in my brother’s apartment, ... slices and he couldn’t hold them in his mouth. He jerked his head around, epileptic. He ran in place on ... polished wood floors because he couldn’t get traction. He was useless. When I went to my brother’s ...
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was so beautiful! Yet when Levitan referred to the beauty of the forest-"Look, how ... beautiful"-one of the students responded, "Noth ing special. Nothing exciting. A forest, so what? ... Levitan replied. We walked along a path. The forest was mysteriously beautiful. Highlighted by the rays of ...
crows outside our window squawked in reply. "Magdalena is big, no? If only you could take some ... possible!" she cried. We stood still and raised our brows at each other, yet we did not have to wait long for ... a bed to sleep on, we couldn't begin to imagine what we should buy for our new home, never ...
Winter 1991/92
Page 80 from Issue 83 Homage The last time I saw her she was walking in the brown heat. She ... didn't know her spine was already a fossil; the bluebird and finch shook free of their feathers and fell ... water. 80 Issue 83 page ...
Fall 1999
and drew up to the splatter and paid for three more than he had smashed The old man twittered. A waif ... now brushing strangers, and haze from the late rush acridly holding the heat, and the whole air of it ... criss-cross making for the blue ceiling with a sound never 185 Issue 106 page ...
to shrines, patiently waits for the falling of soft familiar death. Cups, Fugues, Maps, Etc. The pin ... columns demand only contemplation of their luxury, while unadorned death would sicken civic pride in all ... holding no promises of natural stars, arches like the dome of a monument; and the winter city, indifferent ...
Page 80 from Issue 13-14 Poemas Humanos was published in an edition of 250 copies in Paris by Mrs. ... Vallejo the year after Vallejo's death, and from her view point is the poetry he wrote (along ... poems to be called Poemas Humanos and suggested this as a title to his wife sometime before his death ...
I guess it seems strange that I should write you after all these years, but my feelings never flagged, ... breakfast,' shower, shave, watch a gullfly past the skylight. Sand covers the floor in the kitchen, because ... the mail. A pheasant of such fine succulence that we would eat its feathers too. I doubt whether the ...
