theirs, and the air, too, a familiar newsreel dusk of rain all afternoon. It could almost have been ... Issue 80 Three Poems Alan Shapiro Mud Dancing Woodstock, 1969 Anonymous as steam, in the steam teased ... up, the poured out like water, grew curious about us- naked as they were once, our numbers so like ...
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slimy, with a fresh rain sleek smell. God knew what it smelled like to him. He seemed to like it. He was ... licking and sticking and sexing? Ah, but she decided to ride with it now. If his voice was too loud when ... drink ing and licking her body. Where were they? Were they back where they started? This eager, ...
Page 107 from Issue 80 emptiness here, my horizon opens: space is everywhere. It seems to open ... farther from the Ring than I have come. It falls, flashing in the sun, its arms held out against the fall. ... away. When the silence returns, light lies everywhere around me, and still the voice is silent. The ...
evening so he could watch the sun light up the serpentine coils of the creek lying on the far side of the ... to discover his niece, as he had come to think of her, taking his left hand quietly in her own. The ... longed to hear the confident voice of the war, rasping its reports of triumph. He mused about his ancient ...
Scruple. You think you had a dream last night? Well, maybe so and maybe not. Have you matched it against ... Page 80 from Issue 99 TRIQUARTERLY The Dream In a desolate spot on the road that leads from the ... buildings? But it was the definite article that galvanized me. For this was not just any dream, but THE ...
Honking, a long blast- had there been others?- penetrated his atten tion. It was coming from behind him. ... It came flooding him with images of his slim younger sisters and the sound of crickets in the dark ... What is the Fire? Print Pages: Page 93 from Issue 80 What Is the Fire? William Hunt For several ...
water just beyond your gaze its opaque shadows thick as the impasto of a dream you can't ... Page 21 from Issue 80 Atget's Gardens As I am now seventy years of age and without heirs ... a letter, November 12, 1920 Was it always a dream then? the fallen leaves the stairs that lead nowhere the ...
resting on cots draped with blankets. It's raining. If you ask me, I don't know if ... Page 31 from Issue 80 Des eclairs de chaleur From Without Claps across an unbreathing sky like so ... while children softly lean in the water-leached hall. From Within After a war, everyone's ...
our numbers so like theirs, and the air, too, a familiar newsreel dusk of rain all afternoon. It could ... Page 77 from Issue 80 Three Poems Alan Shapiro Mud Dancing Woodstock, 1969 Anonymous as steam, in ... unhallowed dead, the herded up, the poured out like water, grew curious about us- naked as they were once, ...
Page 242 from Issue 80 Plath's last poems show an increasing awareness that her cycles of ... carries connotations of menstruation, presenting color flooding to one part of a washed-out body and ... connecting it with the sea ("In a pit of rock / The sea sucks obsessively, / One hollow the whole ...
