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Chronicles of AkasaWords by Laszlo Aranyi Image by Christine Stoddard QuailBellMagazine.com *Editor's Note: Translated by Johanna Semsei. The chalice of the circle, the bark of rondure... Do not rip it, nor maul it, touch it with piety, it will preserve your presence without harm, stories from horripilation, The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Readings, 1963Words by John Timothy Robinson Image by Christine Stoddard QuailBellMagazine.com *Author's Note: For Robert Bly. I’ve fought with you and we’ve never met; taken your words, given them thought, laughed in realization The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Ghost in the MachineHe is unseen and patient day and night, Standing under the overpass near Lee Circle. His left arm is dearly missed, Holding a cardboard sign in his teeth. |