Page 213 from Issue 77 to the haggard, lifelong wife, salaam, to the half-fed child in the half-shared room in a tenement slum, salaam, to the nameless, faceless throngs in buses and in trains, salaam, to the pest-infested grain, salaam, to the secret own ...

Page 251 from Issue 77 We Are Human History. We Are Not Natural History. At twilight in the shadow of the poplars the children found a swarm of wild bees. It was late summer and I knew as they came shouting in that, yes, this evening had been singled out ...

Page 257 from Issue 77 Now your legs fold under, big slabs of water slide up the tub then down to clap your hips and belly. You sit atop your legs to wash your belly, loose, soft from lately birthing again, and streaked with running milk, that pale fluid, ...

Page 271 from Issue 77 Blind L. S. Asekoff Once in a blue moon a gull flies this far inland. Mostly we get birds of passage, duck, heron, geese-the long riders traveling in flocks as far south as Florida. They steer by starlight <Sc magnetic clocks ...

Page 274 from Issue 77 put it all on to cook over a low flame for five hundred years and... what a taste. 274 Issue 77 page ...