A QUARTERLY DEVOTED TO POEMS AND REVIEWS
| Down the
street, the wind following with its bankrupt wings of newspaper. Down alleys where the streetlamps waste their haloes on puddles and the shipwrecked. |
| So if each day dies with
(as the Jesuit tells) then what cost the news I skirmished how early this morning --
and again the tree
frog |
| I hold in my hand the gift of
your words, see your wrinkled face smiling from the back cover, read: "the woman I am is not what you see." |
| Louise O'Donnell |
| "Every Force Evolves a Form"... Mother Ann Lee of the Shakers | Inquiries or comments to: Paul Schwartz, Toronto, Canada oel@interlog.com |
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