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Building the Chicken Coop In Wassergass
… himself, for help, asking How long? What road? Will I die like this, choking on dust, coughing blood, shuffling my … names fade, one by one, into the dark beyond the window. 261-262 By Len Roberts …
The Crossing
… del Carmen to find work. Those who work in Sierra rarely come home more than once a week. Others must travel another … its former self—and soon, if something isn’t done, it may become another desert ghost town. Despite the obvious impact … in works by Alberto Ríos and Luis Alberto Urrea , but also covertly in poems by Tom Sleigh , Gregory Orr , and …
A Man Who Lived Upon Learning
… After Giles learned the letters, he ate them, and they become both a literal and metaphoric part of his being. Next … a hornbook on which he inscribed a syllabary. The hornbook also quickly disappeared, for when Gaffer Gingerbread … a 19th-century Giles Gingerbread. Although James Murray’s diet was more substantial than Giles’s sugared texts, he too …
The Three Sleeping Boys of Warwickshire
… was writing his play called “Julius Caesar,” there died, twenty-four miles from Strat-ford-on-Avon, a rich … his three sons gobbled up what he left be hind him like jackals over a lion’s supper-bones. It slipped through their … a crystal looking-glass; and when the farmers and peasants complained, they were greeted with drunken jeers …
from How Beautiful the Beloved
… from How Beautiful the Beloved * Doesn’t the soldier serve The state? Isn’t that his Or her job? Doesn’t He … we had to be morbid. The Book said the beloved died, But also that she comes again, That he’s reborn as words. The Book said: …
Freedom in the Shadows
… That dream took many forms, as anyone knows who has studied the intellectual history of the seventeenth and eight … Europe who dies with courage because he has lived for his community, the paradoxical fellow who worships Nature but … seen freedom crumpled beneath a Fascist tank, and have seen also the miracle of its rising again to destroy …
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