Outlook for the Year to Come
After the onion dip, the crackers, nog
poetry
In the Middle of the Night
Something fell.
Pent
I threw the say
Lear's Macaw (Anodorhynchus leari)
A nineteenth-century profile
Maker's Mark
Because I had nothing to say I did the wash.
Mon Age
"How old are you, Kathleen?"--the theatrically blonde
The Value of Pi
The rain begins to gather. A gannet waits,
Jam
It trickles slowly, liek a scowl, like patience or mockery, layers
How Difficult It is to Remain Buried
How difficult it is to remain buried
On Six Lines From Rumi's "Night and Sleep"
Cowbells and shadows. The innocent evenings.
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Current Issue: No. 301
