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The Cats

By Linda Bierds

Winter 2004

Gregor Mendel, 1857 Up the monastery walls, the brewery's yeast-scent huffles. And the dusty cat, stretched high over warm stones, swings its blunt snout this way and that, yeast-ward and monk-ward, from release to salvation. In the bright sun he [...]

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The Conversation

By Alan Shapiro

Winter 2004

Sun flickers through the trees beyond the window outside the room in which we sit all morning, talking around the table whose wooden surface quickens with shuttled light and shade, leaf shadow and sun both weaving and woven, each by each, as if the [...]

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Starwork

By Peter Cooley

Winter 2004

There is a Florida beyond the stars.
It is the same state I find waking here,
alone with my aloneness in the dark,
all things now possible because my own.

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Not Stevens’ Florida

By Peter Cooley

Winter 2004

Ponce de Leon, I live in you today, my little barque awash in Florida such as the stars and I alone can know. These are mornings I'm sailing through your name, years falling from me as I take it in, foretaste of that great future we sail to, imaginat [...]

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Afterwards

By David Baker

Winter 2004

 A short ride in the van, then the eight of us 
   there in the heat—white shirtsleeves sticking,
the women's gloves off—fanning our faces.

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Quartet

By Kevin Young

Winter 2004

I am tired of this place & want to take
a slow train to the moon—

Just jump the rails out past the pale
peeling walls of this here room.

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Buying Wine

By Sebastian Matthews

Winter 2004

When we were boys, we had a choice: stay in the car or else follow him into Wine Mart, that cavernous retail barn, down aisle after aisle, California reds to Australian blends to French dessert wines, past bins loaded like bat racks with bottles, [...]

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