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Late in the Anger I wake on this path   of this path   supine beneath swaying fronds and boughs ... with the woman watching me and over me   wondering at our fled cities   our myriad parents all younger ...
Fall 2003
praying, writing, living into the granite and the tender green, holding sway over the difficult ground, ... braided the pilgrims' steps toward them like fronds of incense milking the air. Chamber and the ... golden hums of meditation raised stupa and icon, pillar and path. The real chant of the place is divine ...
Then the path forked, offering choices. The left path took me to the birds: a pintail duck sitting in ... elephant ignored her visitors. In the minutes I watched, she did not rest from her comatose swaying, back ... shirt off in the heat, his paunch hanging over his belt. "Bet this critter's ...
Page 60 from Issue 80 The Saturday Matinee Forgotten strings. A woman wearing black leans back ... visible beneath my door, And unfamiliar voices mumbled in the kitchen; and then I'd wake up in ... usually ignore, and messages that came to me in Words that I'd eventually forget, or ...
Page 172 from Issue 87- Was I wrong? Does this path Not lead to the light? But the light blinds my ... hammer, break me the way To the heart-chamber of what lies hidden there. Jasper's voice was ... a bitter taste in my mouth as I watched my grandfather lose control. He was shouting louder and louder and ...
Nine p.pen on the youth of the spirit and the spirit of youth in myths, literature. path ... elernal boy. that creative f.eeinali� and deva8taling figure who haunle 80 many modern p.ych Ic condition ... di8ea8e8; and the puer figure in Melville (James Baird) and in FinneRanM 'Wake (l'om ...
trying to get in. Then the path forked, offering choices. The left path took me to the birds: a pintail ... his denim shirt off in the heat, his paunch hanging over his belt. "Bet this ... critter's dead," he guffawed, jabbing me with his elbow, and tossed his crushed beer can at the ...
sister, once stung in the heel, now drags back a foot, trailing a snake path in sand. In la lengua the ... every­ one in town and all the towns over know that his family is up to their orejas in scorpions, so ... goes to the garden, seeing by moonlight to pull up carrots to feed to the horses. He climbs over the ...

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