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attacking the base of a still gigantic tree trunk. Whoever said-I remember it-that there was no forest, and ... certainly no jays or else woodpeckers, nor dogs? The huge, desolate forest surrounds the sprawling, empty ... swallow you up. In the big empty house, once inhabited room by room, floor by floor (including, oh! ...
Page 123 from Issue 29 tub would fill, the water running onto the floor, over her slippers. ... an animal, put in a stall, in a barn like your filthy horses... " Strange impassive child. ... My skin pink with her rubbing. My riding clothes lying in a sour heap. I was so innocent with my pure ...
Page 118 from Issue 87 Forest Garnet's First Journey to the Spirit World Philip E. ... successes-you have never been a swallow before-the snap-rolls and spins so quick you cannot tell whether the fly ... of your throat, a mash of sweet vinegar and grit. You begin to feel each wing and tail feather as ...
never ate them, of course, they were filthy fish. We just put them in a pile and let them stran gle. ... consequential but still immoral death. Jimmy Gene the Carp and me the Duck. Spring, 1964 POEMS By Edith B. ... published extensively in her field of internal medicine. The Egg-plant of a Prince Thank Y 00 Mr. Stevens ...
water like nothing at all. We never ate them, of course, they were filthy fish. We just put them in ... hooks, and the strench of in consequential but still immoral death. Jimmy Gene the Carp and me the Duck. ... Memorial Hospital. She has published extensively in her field of internal medicine. The Egg-plant of ...
I Open Your Death Like a Book; Rose Red; This Is a Kind of Haunting; Dream of the Red Palace Print ... Pages: Page 494 from Issue 110-111] esse Lee Kercheval I Open Your Death Like a Book I shall not die ... into skin, pink as a bum, then chest, that cave of shade striped gray, until I find your heart, shy ...
her dressed scantily and with two large, pink ostrich feathers adorning her head. I never took ... like a fish from inside its fishbowl, or from inside death itself. Who did she think she was? She never ... eight, the two of them holding hands, fresh and recently bathed, the woman dressed to sing and dance ...
Page 494 from Issue 110-111] esse Lee Kercheval I Open Your Death Like a Book I shall not die ... into skin, pink as a bum, then chest, that cave of shade striped gray, until I find your heart, shy ... blue-eyed infant, beside you on the floor. I was born to be there watching when no one else was looking. To ...
a lifetime. And as she lay dying, the ribbon was untied, her head hit the floor, the forest was slashed and ... Notes toward Top Surgery and the Impending Death of the Barrier Reef // When my breasts are ... destination, the boys will hold what used to be my body up, and on a pedestal, or perhaps they will climb ...