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Page 10 from Issue vol3-no1

well-directed hammer glances from the nail And strikes the waiting thumb; When the keychain snaps and the keys ... jaws. Its concerns Extend no further than its peerless horns. It never turns To view the urns which it ... No faculty of fury. The bladed covering of the forest bed Was crushed and damp; The ears lay back on ...
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Page 74 from Issue 59

lay in disorder on the floor, together with shallow straw baskets and the delicate feather shapes of ... smiled without humor. "Well, I guess that cancels the motherfuckers' ... Bernie's a fighter, never did know when to quit. He's gonna take it hard, though. Won't ...
Poetry

First snow

Dennis Schmitz
not one speckled egg everyone uncovers his head the bedding is washed, the last desperate crow ... their last feathers to the vagrants the shoeless dead now the beautiful widow steps onto her porch high ...
Poetry

Love -- three stanzas -- 2 lines

Saint Geraud
the snow there is not one speckled egg everyone uncovers his head the bedding is washed, the last ... desperate crow thrashes in its thickets on the lines the sheets snap dreaming of reins... before this the ... gave up their last feathers to the vagrants the shoeless dead now the beautiful widow steps onto her ...
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Page 147 from Issue 110-111

head. Right outside, I found a crow feather to lift up a mantis with. Green aglow on black aflame. ... cupboard where neither my cat nor I had stepped before. I promised him his turn if he could just wait, with ... death. She says she doesn't want to miss any class. She likes the discussion, and the laughing. ...
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Page 64 from Issue 131

eggs, never the bird or its golden liver. My brothers couldn't dream of owning the horses they ... fifth floor walkup. That troublesome th, putting tongue against teeth made a sound of geese hissing, ... recalled the Von's white flock. In the old country we owned only the goose's feathers and ...
Poetry

The Mexican Acrobat

Sandra McPherson
aero­ bat waves atop a pole on a man's head. Right outside, I found a crow feather to lift up ... turn if he could just wait, with supportive eyes, till after I'd hung the Mexican acrobat ... A person in the morning love poetry class is going to see a young death. She says she doesn't want ...
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Page 141 from Issue 126

eyes big as puddles. Is he waiting for me to crack wide-open, ooze like a farm fresh egg? I remember ... fuzz balls in their damp hair and buttocks. Donny bites the inside of his cheek, waiting for my ... parking lot. Later she was overcome with guilt and decided she could never look me in the face again-so it ...
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Page 91 from Issue 80

Page 91 from Issue 80 EMPTY The room with a knife. The room with wooden floors, wooden rafters, ... floor. * * * THE MILLS continue. From spindly chimneys steam stands up like softening candles. Rags ... flutter earthward almost winglike, almost giant ferns burned, almost something of black lace (feathers ...
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Page 98 from Issue 35

Page 98 from Issue 35 a word which I believe is Crow for "water," but which in ... your windshield wiper upright, like a feather in a headband, in a hatband, like a feather in a mirror ... reflected. (Marble is mostly organic stone.) But the gods were never sculpted. No one ever said to Apollo, ...

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