By Padraig Regan
I’m thinking of how mushrooms will haunt a wet log like bulbous ghosts; of how a mushroom may be considered a travesty of a flower
I wanted to make a gothic of it all: the trees on the slope where the island dipped into the sea, their weird kinks & angles;
Who’d have thought this wine made from the flowers of wild gorsewould turn out so well? How were the flowers ever convinced to give up so much
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By David Mason
This month's poster features a poem from David Mason. It appeared in our Spring 2013 issue on The Business of Literature. To download a high-resolution PDF of this image, click here.
By Victoria Chang
This month's poster features a poem from Victoria Chang. It appeared in our Fall 2012 issue on The Female Conscience. To download a high-resolution PDF of this image, click here.
By William Baer
"Tracking Shots," from our Winter 2013 issue on Classic Hollywood.
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