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Selected
Poems
GIVE ME MY LITTLE SKULL –
PHOTOGRAPHER JOEL PETER WITKIN,
MEXICO CITY
Catherine Sasanov
MONGOLIA,
SOUTH DAKOTA
Elinor Nauen
THE
DAY AFTER THE ELECTION
Doug Dorph
Selected Prose
HOME
#34 - MARGARET'S PLACE
- AMSTERDAM - 2 WEEKS
Sharon Kwik
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ISSUE
NUMBER FOUR
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NUMBER FIVE
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NUMBER SIX
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NUMBER EIGHT
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ISSUE NUMBER NINE
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ISSUE NUMBER TEN
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NIGHT
& ITS TRAINS
The
streetlight vibrates, flirts
with boxcars swaying under
their load of things
(some refrigerated, some caged):
Cars, ham, tires, detonators,
stacked board.
The secret re-arranging of things
throughout the night, every night.
At dawn, on the way to work
a thought - quick-and-gone as a feather -
slips through the mind:
"Wasn't there a grocery store here yesterday?"
And the day before that, standing in the same place:
"Wasn't there a field here?"
Hands to ears
sometimes I mistake steel on steel
for the sound of my own blood.
Everything is happening at once,
like it always has.
Boxcars and flatcars
ride the lonely curve of cliffside track
between black tunnels
cut through the continental divide.
A black aspen leaf appears
in the center of my palm,
perfect as a coin with no face.
Christien
Gholson
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