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Page 153 from Issue 15

Space automobiles are slashing the sunset wrists of clouds. See, it is bleeding a seven ... black links. At night care. It is all nouns. Speech parts to let hard things. Tyres, gears, rings ... in lonely erect cycles. Study them from highway 80. You see, they break cadmium highways in the air. ...
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Flood

Efrain Bartolome
Flood Print Pages:  Page 117 from Issue 91 Flood E [rain Bartolome The river carried trees and ... sexual ferns; the crest buoyed up my sinking memory. Gray flood. The damp mist swims among the ruins, the ... damaged hills. The pain of centuries is trembling in these impure waters that uprooted things and ate away ...
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Page 80 from Issue 113

Summer 2002
Page 80 from Issue 113 Mr. Piszkos read it over grinning with rank delight. His songs, even the ... not alone in her suffering and shame. They might well have been right, those who speculated it was ... of his heart. Instead of putting away his notebook, he laid it open on the pillow beside ...
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Distributing the Tarantula

Christopher Middleton
vision-caryatid!- what in all the world is company? what is it? Blood bawling its lies back at an impromptu ... Distributing the Tarantula Print Pages:  Page 80 from Issue 21 over her cup, still as desolate, ... no- where; no star (to feed on sandwich), not a faint star, even, who'll sneak into averted ...
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Page 80 from Issue 85

stable, the corral, the dam for the watering pond with its reflections of moving clouds, where one day my ... father showed me how to measure the water's depth by the time it takes a tossed stone to reach ... Page 80 from Issue 85 As my father's breathing fails little by little and his pulse ...
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Page 80 from Issue 96

it into a plastic bottle. She put the bottle in a pan of water on the kitchen stove. The baby would ... said, "No kidding. It takes a lot of hard thinking, doesn't it? This is only the ... Page 80 from Issue 96 TRIQUARTERLY His vigorous routine had provoked his asthma and he grabbed his ...
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Page 80 from Issue 50

nowhere to go, she stood on Trent Bridge and looked into the water. It was a windy summer so her coat was ... ever come out the other side. If it vanished in the middle and wasn't seen again, ... sure. You're not a kid any more, so don't. Smoke came up from its chimney. She looked ...
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Page 17 from Issue 44

split a black-bellied cloud. At noon they halted to eat bread and jerked beef, Mr. Grace and Jos ... They had started on again when the first drops of rain fell, fat and chill. Jos urged them out of the ... canyon, and they scrambled up its steep banks as a distant rush of sound grew louder. J os shouted and ...
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Page 9 from Issue 80

Page 9 from Issue 80 Analogue 1.) a a by by he in in in it of on so so up air and and and but can ... the the the 3.) beak bill blow body dark dead drop feel from girl laid lies nape push roof rush that ... upon wall webs with 9 Issue 80 page ...
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Page 48 from Issue 80

Page 48 from Issue 80 Leopardi's La sera del di di Festa A few bedroom lights. The moon ... You're above it all, sleeping in your room. No night-sweats or pulsing throat, no shiver when world-stuff ... always alone. Does anything leave a trace? I push words around in dirt tomorrow's rain ploughs ...

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