The statues Print Pages: Page 98 from Issue 35 a word which I believe is Crow for ... a cedar bough under your windshield wiper upright, like a feather in a headband, in a hatband, like ... a feather in a mirror frame, flame. I have barely spit to lick a finger, barely fingers to stick upright for ...
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Dropped the bivouaced wheat in the feeder's revolving throat. Feathered in steam like a great ... sizzled; and under its fiery gut Stalactites formed from the hand-hold's rheumy slobbers.- Mane of ... sat, on the high drivers, Aloof as a God. Filthy. A hunk of waste Clutched in one gauntleted hand, in ...
Page 10 from Issue 80 above being blood brute could glory great heart holds loins power still ... feathered knowledge loosening terrified staggering indifferent 10 Issue 80 page ...
Fall / Winter 2002
floor. "Forgive them," she said. Her attention too was split, Caleb sensed. As it ... pencils she made a blue river, brown mountains, patches of green forest. This river, her river, without ... The dog moved toward the door and waited for one of the boys to release her. Their visitor, whose ...
a gentleman!-the surfaces softened by Eros, contour stones and foam rubber floors of forests, every where but the ... Page 80 from Issue 26 on crack trains, at the carpeted turnings of stairs, and once in a taxi and ... altering place like the sunset. Oh the beds and oh the walls, the floors and bridges-and me ...
house smells of sun-warmed pine forests and of the forest floor, of clay and sap evaporating as though ... business?" she asks, feeling ever more foolish holding the roses. "Great," he answers. ... He'll never go back to teaching, he says, not as long as he can toss around words like "a ...
Miss Muffet of Montgomery. I was myriad-weary. Feets swole from sewing seams on a filthy fabric; ... dead December horizon. Come to sit in judgment. How many miles as the Jim Crow flies? Over oceans and ... some. I rumbled. They couldn't hold me down. Long. No. 129 Issue 65 page ...
son finding under the seat the skeleton and feathers of a small bird, a little coda of blue feathers ... by green, and the son forgetting, looking out at a crow's ascension on half hoisted wings ... had put there and holding it longer because there was no appropriate place to fling or lay down what ...
miles as the Jim Crow flies? Over oceans and some. I rumbled. They couldn't hold me down. Long. ... sewing seams on a filthy fabric; tired-sore a-pedalin' the rusty Singer; dingy cotton thread ...
Page 80 from Issue 79 and the best strangers can manage is a rare "I'm ... A curved, half-moon headboard made of pink granite. Carved out of the headboard, in relief, were a man and ... smiling, wearing pajamas and nightgown and holding hands. The wife was buried there; her dates of birth and ...
