his children to come and say goodbye. And when he was gone, they gathered 176 Issue 105 page Robert ... Cording Monday, March 1, 1999 Poetry Work Issue 105 Print Share Tweet ...
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mama who never said goodbye, the daddy whose belly rolled on its side like a truck-crushed deer. There ... into the father’s grave and sips. Phillip B. Williams Tuesday, June 15, 2021 Poetry Issue 160: Black ...
figures type in their sleep: “All images of my face / will blink out / like dead stars.” This newest ... presents the same line of poetry as a sentence recited aloud, then typed. Later the audience “hears” the ... repeated line, as if for the first time, when we see it tracing a dancer’s limb: “My belly waves like an ...
him from above, from the heights of my track-now that I was beyond his grasp. Suddenly he shook ... a weary gesture, a kind of aborted salute, mumbled, "Ah, goodbye... goodbye to you." and ... idea of how to handle a bazooka, and that in any case war wasn't exactly my sort of thing. But ...
a Chicago hospital before my father flew up to accompany him on a final flight back to San Francisco. Fritz ... leather kissed him goodbye on the lips. 224 Issue 124 page ...
swans resumed their migration south. She waved good-bye and they went down the road and around a bend to ... said. With an enormous amount of self-control I drove the word Alice away from my mouth and finally out ... of my mind. I really wanted to say, "What's wrong, Alice, no guts?" but ...
state of society. If I did not build for myself for whom should I build? Friends fancy a rich ... do they care for peace and quiet? There are more pickings in town. I sweep my own floor-less fuss. ... I walk; I get tired but do not have to worry about a horse. My hands and feet will not loiter when I am ...
Page 57 from Issue 13-14 he invoked the character for earth on my gut I cut YA HO of father AlE of ... mother degorged my system's acid spurt picketfence oldrope & buckeyes beeches dogpens ... 'the child is the imaginative aspect of copulation' Here likewise is the suppertable of my ...
lose, so sad to bid goodbye. Spring, 1964 I love my room, it is so well acquainted With all my needs, my ... memories are faint, And scarcely bring a sigh. Save one- your coldly cruel Dispassionate goodbye. VALE ... threads from wall to chair. Ah, but to outwit the spiders, I Will take this fragment of my fading days And ...
Page 7 from Issue 35 a good-bye shirt"). So in each of our cupboards there it lies, no ... hand at last? If we could be said to know what we were choosing, would we ever put on the good-bye ... good-bye shirts meet each other, at the laundry, or on the bodies of their wearers, what lack of ...
