Page 148 from Issue 101 TriQuarterly Three Poems Alan Michael Parker The Vandals In the poem about the vandals, the vandals Back their Dodge 4 x 4 up to the door Of the abandoned town hall and theater. In untied boots, they carry in their canvas bags And ...

Page 157 from Issue 101 TriQuarterly Trade The Sea Barbarians live by trade, wanting in any high purpose. For us, who have been self-sufficient since heaven separated from earth, trade is unnecessary. They buy our tea, silk, porcelain, rhubarb (with which ...

Page 164 from Issue 101 TriQuarterly An Edict from the Empress Dowager Last summer the Sea Barbarians attempted to enter the Peiho River, but in the twinkling of an eye their ships were sunk and thousands of bodies floating in the water became food for fi ...

Page 173 from Issue 101 TriQuarterly It's true I was a coward, to whom honor and bravery were merely phantoms. But children of future, remember I died alone—unlike those heroes and generals, I didn't bring underground another soul. 173 I ...

Page 212 from Issue 101 TriQuarterly a forest of felled iron. The I is a pine— resinous, flammable root to crown— which throws its cones as far as it can in a fire. 212 Issue 101 page ...