Ten Years After
The Making of a Movement BY ELIZABETH JENNINGS AFTER a decade of what has been widely tiknown, at least in literary circles, as 'The Movement,' it has become impossible—much as......
Three Poems
The Good Author for Bernard Malamud Contrary to the views A few days earlier Of a fading Irish poet Who flared into the room With Rimbaud round his shoulder But with hair and......
Conception Is A Blessing
After three boys my belly Gave up; skin stretched; grew old; 1 stare at my flesh each morning: Beetles could hide in the folds. I feel the tiny creatures Propel themselves......
The Child Walks Around Its Own Grave
The child walks around its own grave. He's surprised to see his own body Laid out, several feet below ground level. One of its hands begins to spread out of fear's grip. He's......
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