my eyes mornings when I weed the garden. In the black hat, I'll look like a carpenter as ... the black hat in bed. I'll read Hikmet and memorize his poem in which he refuses to wear ... a hat until everyone owns a hat. I'll write my own poem about hats in the form of an epistle or ...

Page 99 from Issue 72 wholly esoteric theme and insist on returning to it periodically during the ... didn't represent the messiah as suffering, you know..."). Preposterous but seemingly profound ... authority on the eighteenth century, but it seems to me that you have got it quite wrong: The Statute of ...

Page 80 from Issue 128 about a mother and daughter who are accepted to college the same year and ... was a comedy too, or so I thought. My friend read it and he said it made him laugh, even though the ... it, the more Pickles didn't quite make sense. Jim had a sugar daddy we were convinced would ...

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Page 80 from Issue 7 In Sylvia Plath's last poems, as in the work of Robert Lowell and ... Anne Sexton, we are reminded that the Modem Movement as Kafka himself exempli­ fied it, is not dead, ... but still with us; that its mutations are if anything more terrifying than those we have learned to ...