cherries, dusty spheres of thorny-fire that, hanging, drank the purple starlight and plucked, in drunken ...
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velomoteurs dive toward careening off to either side and walks into the crowd of tidy genevoises who swarm ...
Mummy et Me Go Print Pages: Page 60 from Issue 69 Mummy Let Me Go Text and linocuts by David ...
Blind to all others, I sweat and I stammer. I am a trembling thing, like grass, an inch from dying. So ...
curtains. He whispers his name, which was to have been mine as well, and I find myself possessed of that ...
paint. Press my black hat backward and I rock, my prayer frenetic as the guard dog bounding on his own ...
From The Hidden Language (essay excerpt). 317 Vicente Quirarte A Woman and a Man (poem) 160 Luis Arturo ...
a hundred surprised men. And you my daughter, remember those dead by fire & gasoline killed by error ...
sails of fishing smacks and emit a sour wind; Groves of carefully marcelled kelp sprout from the armpits ...
Page 244 from Issue 21 awkward things of awkwardnesses. Snow makes void. And the Falcon hangs ...
