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12.17.05
Between Tongues: An Interview
I vividly recall my first bus ride on arriving in this country, from New York to Michigan. The feeling of SPACE, of relatively wild space, of woods going on and on was overwhelming to me.  [...]
12.17.05
Five Poems
Impossible. Without the idea of counting. To imagine numbers. Repeating an identical act, a particular mark. Over and over.  [...]
10.21.05
Two Poems
The programmer with his grim black bag brings no cure for encaged, gates shut, companions grimy. Spoonful of laughter, spoonful of lust, skill so droll that dolls call slaves to come and open the wall where I go so young again. Was it better when we used playthings? [...]
09.24.05
Arc XX: Paterfamilia
Of surrender or denial, surrender and denial
what voice will you offer to the dead
what alphabet to the suffering.  [...]
09.09.05
Three Poems
Finally, how to carry the sky
at twilight? A rose so cool [...]
08.26.05
Responsibilities of the Champagne Flutes
A day of awnings and fruitless steps. Pause. Something glinting and apparent and political in what she slices. [...]
08.11.05
Three Poems
It starts with examining our shores. An elastic shove 
could inch the edges out, said those who loved greatest 
and with massive breakers. [...]
07.27.05
The Book of Beginnings & Endings
And if it were possible to pursue the bleeding heart dove to her nest, what then? [...]
07.03.05
The Castle’s Origin
by Can Xue
translated by Rong Cai
Because there is no reason to live, he invents one to fill the void; with purity and vacuity the invented rationale fights the filth and congestion of reality. [...]
06.12.05
Storm, lustral
Blue as already the shoreline
is breaking, are you a
lakefront the question is
lacking  [...]
05.31.05
Nine Poems
You walk above in the light,
     Soulful genius, on a yielding floor! 
         God’s shining breezes
            Gently touch you  [...]
05.21.05
The Exotic Moods of Les Baxter
Memory of silt and blush.
A no-touch Ikebana arranges the river’s first thought.
This is how the Jade Fable ends.  [...]
05.07.05
Robert Creeley: In Memoriam
May 21, 1926–March 30, 2005
Lots of laughter
Before and after. Every meeting
Rhymed and fluttered into meter.
The beat was the message. [...]
04.27.05
Three Poems
I leave with that voice? In Austria the alps are blowing 
with bedsheets. The innkeeper sings my child, my child [...]
04.15.05
From Quandaries
imprisoned on the fissure the figure considers 
the fossils in the rock between the figure and the arrested  [...]
03.10.05
Four Poems
an eternity of New Wave 
Fridays, of the one perfect 

airplane haunting the tinsel 
town machinery undone  [...]
02.23.05
how human nouns
gone unnoticed the inevitable protagonists accrue 

fragile centipede working rot into unreliable endnotes  [...]
02.11.05
Scavenger’s Daughter
I would walk a tightrope for you

enter on entropy the balled up  [...]
01.13.05
Stations
 First, Audrey is in the garden. She will be there in the end. [...]
01.05.05
IS EE YO UA RE
Ibak is my name.

It doesn’t mean anything. [...]

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Vol. 76
Fortieth Anniversary Issue
Spring 2021
Edited by Bradford Morrow

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May 5, 2021
Because they’re in Florida, their position on the terrace is glorified with a gigantic orange ball sinking into serene water, streamers of pink snaking along the blue, the whole thing so … so … validating? And the pelicans! “Look, dude! Pelicans!”

“You can’t shout ‘Pelicans!’ every time we see pelicans. We’re in Florida, babe. There’s tons of pelicans.”

“But that’s the point …” the equestrian’s former friend muses.
April 28, 2021
Fire hurtles past on both sides bubbling black
At the edges. He wakes to a solitary yellow line
Glowing desolation. House truck dog are gone
Evaporated into red sky and patchy earth, snags
Decorate the darkness. Out of his scars grow
Thin buds. Imperfect impermanent incomplete,
He falls back as if falling into a pool, arms out
April 21, 2021
Book thieves as well as purloiners of ancient maps and medieval spell books, whose superficially absurd tactics often belie a mastery of their skill, are both well-known and feared by booksellers and librarians. A list of the various methods and stratagems used to outwit an employee’s vigilance would be endless, and while vendors have certainly come up with more or less effective techniques to stem this scourge, the fact remains that to this day none has managed to catch even a single parenthesis hunter in the act.
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