Rain or come shine, we'll be Together, we'll be together Again, again, time after ... coming on. The song is you. 8 Issue 80 page ... Page 8 from Issue 80 Some other time, will you still Be mine? Perhaps, after all, After ...
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and dressed it was between the creek and the open range that lies behind cathedral rock that i came on ... place letting myself slide sitting into the water so as not to surprise the solidified pain at my side ... and forgetting take too much air at once and the water played its nursemaid taking the dust from off ...
Page 110 from Issue 80 seize them with an urgency I cannot name, and so I call it longing, I call ... not know how to shape my course: space is too big, the Ring too long, the moons too near, too many. My ... it want. I know what I want. We will meet, the two of us, in a moment I cannot imagine: for a moment ...
reported it he described being set up as a delivery boy in Chicago he was robbed but not at knife point ... speed limit is 30 and it’s true but I’m not sure why I felt it necessary to reveal that information ... was 70 degrees and sunny and you could probably walk beside a briar patch alongside a creek and not ...
lying to me now, telling me anything it thinks I might believe, anything it thinks might draw me back ... Page 109 from Issue 80 course angles steeply down and as it dives into the Ring I know. I know why ... it climbs: it climbs to fall. And I know this now as well: the voice has lied, has always lied. It is ...
Page 65 from Issue 80 I don't think so. Age is like the dreams one had in childhood, Some ... lies something intricate and real and Nearly close enough to touch. I live it, and I know I should ... And which remained long after the delight it brought had ended. Sometimes I think I hear the sound of ...
Fall 1997
that say, Come with me. Into the rain-streaked street of night, the yellow leaves fallen like golden ... To stir their tracks together in the dusty road. To kneel and lick her palm, scraped raw, shoved down ... on pavement. To enter the Iezm-to house and lie down as night rises, fog billowing like smoke up from ...
ending it all. Your room is not your prison. You are •... no one has the power to cure you but yourself ... Page 227 from Issue 80 Right now you are sick in your head •••• You fool- you are afraid of being ... alone with your own mind •••. Stop thinking selfishly of razors and self wounds and going out and ...
space to fall through. I turned from what had struck me. I turned to give it a name. I called it ice; ... impulse I do not know, only that I fall with it, and in my falling find myself, and, finding, fall, and ... lose myself again. I mine the ice, growing heavy with its harvest, and in her time Aurora comes to me, ...
Chicago
Chicago exactly what it was, stinking onion creek, and who were beginning to hear the ominous footsteps of ... lily pads, but lousy for laying down straight foul lines. The sea knew it. Plus, the sea was bored. So ... the sea laid down a bed of limestone and split for a sojourn in the oceans, and then the North Pole ...
