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Page 36 from Issue 67

Fall 1986
She thinks how the human nude never lends much glory to the landscape, not like a tiger or a python ... hellish, sounding tongue and they fall silent waiting for her to burst into flames. However, what happens ... down and picks up the black feather where it has fallen and lain covered by the dress and Sarah groans ...
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Page 270 from Issue 104

a different person now. The jury which sentenced him to death should be reconvened so that it could now ... catsup as a vegetable. She didn't know or care what Belgian endive was, but she guessed it cost ... choice. Had she forgotten the prisoner would probably never eat again? Tommy had given up on trying to ...
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Page 33 from Issue vol2-no3

the hot midday sun burned patches on my face. On the floor of the slanting mountain forest were dried ... policies?"-as rich as RockefeHer- "-and I said to her, 'never, never pinch the ... out the door, stumbling down the steps to a waiting cab. Spring, 1960 When we rolled back down the ...
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Page 43 from Issue vol5-no1

split That trunked them into one. Though he knew in half an egg There usually isn't just a leg ... Tarzan's spell we waited till a chapter fell and saw each character renew only when the film was due. We ... a man who leaped beyond an ordinary span. The trees have not a forest withstood. All the same in ...
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Page 32 from Issue 92

Winter 1994/95
"Dead bones shall then be tumbled up and down." What's being described, but never ... cease Until an Herald shall proclaim a peace, An Herald strange, the like was never born Whose very ... beard is flesh, and mouth is horn. Until a Herald calls: "... the like was never born / Whose ...
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Page 24 from Issue vol6-no2

in the clay! And I home. They blush their protest to death! But I wait. There will be snow, cold, to ... peony of joy, decaying old bawd queening the table dropping your feathers and flabs of flesh in the ... FISHERMAN On the filthy dock over the stink of rotten fish floating a fisherman with a blindman's ...
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Page 31 from Issue vol6-no2

for a good stud like me." Midnight came and thirteen people waited for death. The black pot ... rarely smiled and almost never talked and who kept her hair wrapped in endless clean little rags. Once ... she never said so, and no, she never acted that way either. But maybe it was just an evil thought in ...
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Page 156 from Issue 59

Page 156 from Issue 59 Daintily Gillian pulls out a pink nubbin of gum and sticks it to the frame ... a wide confetti of pink and blue spotlights combine, settle on Gillian. The sweet soreness of her beauty, ... on her rhinestones, bees on the living skin of flowers. The drafts catch and turn the feathers in her ...
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A Little Bird Told Me

Morgan Kayser
and chirp and twitter and peck at the sides of her skull to be let out. They gave her terrible ... splinters from a swollen toe. Aunt Jane, who never had children of her own, welcomed them. She’d turn up the ... feather and pinch and pick at it until the spot was big enough to grip with tweezers. Then she’d pull ...
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Page 45 from Issue 88

themselves in the distance. We traversed a forest of pines. I shot a glance at the window. I don't ... whistling of the wind among the pines heralded the coming storm. The crows, flying low, fled in flocks. ... from the deep recesses of the forest. The deafening rumble of thunder mingled with howling gusts of ...

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