to the rocks below. He sat with legs dangling into the water and his bandaged face raised while an ... Page 80 from Issue 44 light. The far bank came into momentary view, a gravelly slope turning black ... Yellowfinger crossed his arms and appeared to stare at the end of his nose. Dockerty chewed on a mustache tip. ...

Page 253 from Issue 80 But even his archaisms, like the shapes of his poems and the syntax of his ... water, sleep. The leaves around the C & 0 Canal ignite in a cloud of amber, salmon, rust, ... resembles Richard Ken­ ney in his intelligent hedonism and in his primal wonder at the mys­ teries of ...

Page 80 from Issue 89 TRIQUARTERLY the water?" A.D. tapped the glass cage over the four ... showed me how to bend over and crunch my thumb against one side of my nose so I could blow a thick, ... balance but somehow stayed on with my sprawled legs or I would have fallen right through. "Fuck ...

Page 80 from Issue 56------------ her into the house where she laid her in her bed and lit candles ... of the door. I found in rubble on a jagged piece of glass the perfect head of the horse rearing ... passionate and proud in his curling delicate mane, and took it. I looked for the rider but never found him. ...