shut down, but as my brother neared death I felt nothing that resembled grief. Our unfinished business ... finished long ago, our love for each other spoken and real, there wasn't much more to say but goodbye ... I was far away, parsing grief, turning it over in my mind. He was simply gone, a dead thing, ...
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me, only second creatures exist. Leaning on my forehead, the day comes together so that, really, there ... is great precision in space. But if you say through my mouth, finally, how big you are, cause of it ... all, Oh! who will ask me for my word? This meeting filled with black thread equals the split-second ...
me, only second creatures exist. Leaning on my forehead, the day comes together so that, really, there ... is great precision in space. But if you say through my mouth, finally, how big you are, cause of it ... all, Oh! who will ask me for my word? This meeting filled with black thread equals the split-second ...
me, only second creatures exist. Leaning on my forehead, the day comes together so that, really, there ... is great precision in space. But if you say through my mouth, finally, how big you are, cause of it ... all, Oh! who will ask me for my word? This meeting filled with black thread equals the split-second ...
Contributor Alex Lemon is the author of Happy: A Memoir and three collections of poetry: Mosquito, ... Hallelujah Blackout, and Fancy Beasts. The Wish Book is forthcoming from Milkweed Editions. He lives in Ft. ... Worth, Texas, and teaches at TCU. Contributions Poetry Disneyfication Alex Lemon Issue 144 Summer/Fall ...
barrel was found, come down from the goodbye river. (Boys were sobbing in barns, bewildered among oily ... blood sugar crown! at the hem of my gown at the top of the LAW SCROLL curtain bells network of sticky ... red sweet incorruptible!! Issue 1965-winter page Philip Whalen Poetry Work Issue 1965-winter Print ...
barrel was found, come down from the goodbye river. (Boys were sobbing in barns, bewildered among oily ... blood sugar crown! at the hem of my gown at the top of the LAW SCROLL curtain bells network of sticky ... red sweet incorruptible!! Issue 1965-winter page David Pearson Etter Poetry Work Issue 1965-winter ...
as if addressing himself, barely seventy years later, to Keats whose poetry he did not know, and ... bear a little poetry and at worst no reality whatever. Hence the poetry does not matter; what matters ... beauty. Greece, good-bye! Good-bye, fair attitude; good-bye, 0 Attic shape! Apologies for this brief ...
and ignite with meaning. It loves its subject and itself. Goodbye to metaphor, I thought. Goodbye to ... like. Goodbye to blank is not blank. Goodbye to Is harumping through a foreign film. But trope returns ... bed. Movie. And now this door. I knock. My knuckles break. My fists are bloody. I dream. I dream ...
Winter 1994/95
Page 199 from Issue 92 TRIQUARTERLY Some Say the World Susan Perabo There is fire in my heart. ... I do what I can. I sleep deep sleep. I sit in my bedroom window, bare feet on the roof, and scratch dry ... most of my time playing board games with Mr. Arnette, my mother's new husband. He seems to ...
