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27 November 2006
Vol. 6, No. 3
poetry, translation, rhyme
It seems to me sometimes my blood is bubbling out
As fountains do, in rhythmic sobs; I feel it spout
And lapse; I hear it plainly; it makes a murmuring sound;
But from what wound it wells, so far I have not found.
23 November 2006
Vol. 6, No. 3
fiction, short story, translation
Once upon a time there was little girl, pretty and dainty. But in summer time she was obliged to go barefooted because she was poor, and in winter she had to wear large wooden shoes, so that her little instep grew quite red.
31 October 2006
Vol. 6, No. 3
fiction, novella, horror
But I was not comforted, for I knew the visit of the strange woman was not a dream; and I was awfully frightened.
18 October 2006
Vol. 6, No. 3
poetry, elegy, translation, rhyme
Soon into frozen shades, like leaves, we'll tumble.
Adieu, short summer's blaze, that shone to mock.
8 October 2006
Vol. 6, No. 3
fiction, short story, translation
Yes, they called him Little Tuk, but it was not his real name; he had called himself so before he could speak plainly, and he meant it for Charles. It was all very well for those who knew him, but not for strangers.
30 September 2006
Vol. 6, No. 3
nonfiction
I knew all along that it would not last. Even in April I was saying that winter would soon be here. Yet somehow it had begun to seem possible lately that a miracle might happen, that summer might drift on and on through the months – a final upheaval to crown a wonderful year.
25 September 2006
Vol. 6, No. 3
poetry, elegy, translation, rhyme
All this was long ago, but I do not forget
Our small white house, between the city and the farms;
14 September 2006
Vol. 6, No. 3
poetry, translation, rhyme
Rest on my heart, deaf, cruel soul, adored
Tigress, and monster with the lazy air.
I long, in the black jungles of your hair,
To force each finger thrilling like a sword…
13 September 2006
Vol. 6, No. 3
poetry, translation, rhyme
Among the vermin, jackals, panthers, lice,
gorillas and tarantulas that suck
and snatch and scratch and defecate and fuck
in the disorderly circus of our vice,
there's one more ugly and abortive birth.
2 September 2006
Vol. 6, No. 3
fiction, short story, translation
Each man shouldered his gun, kept his eyes well to the front, and wore the smartest red and blue uniform imaginable. The first thing they heard in their new world, when the lid was taken off the box, was a little boy clapping his hands and crying, "Soldiers, soldiers!"
14 August 2006
Vol. 6, No. 2
nonfiction, essay
Among sayings that have a currency in spite of being wholly false upon the face of them for the sake of a half-truth upon another subject which is accidentally combined with error, one of the grossest and broadest conveys the monstrous proposition that it is easy to tell the truth and hard to tell a lie. I wish heartily it were.
27 July 2006
Vol. 6, No. 2
fiction, short story
Restless, shifting, fugacious as time itself is a certain vast bulk of the population of the red brick district of the lower West Side. Homeless, they have a hundred homes.
20 July 2006
Vol. 6, No. 2
poetry
No, no, go not to Lethe, neither twist
Wolfs-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine;
Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kiss'd
By nightshade, ruby grape of Proserpine…
19 July 2006
Vol. 6, No. 2
poetry
O Goddess! hear these tuneless numbers, wrung
By sweet enforcement and remembrance dear,
And pardon that thy secrets should be sung
Even into thine own soft-conched ear…
14 July 2006
Vol. 6, No. 2
fiction, short story
One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents of it was in pennies. Pennies saved one and two at a time by bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher until one's cheeks burned with the silent imputation of parsimony that such close dealing implied. Three times Della counted it. One dollar and eighty-seven cents.
19 June 2006
Vol. 6, No. 2
fiction, short story
In a little district west of Washington Square the streets have run crazy and broken themselves into small strips called "places." These "places" make strange angles and curves. One Street crosses itself a time or two.
15 June 2006
Vol. 6, No. 2
poetry, sonnet, rhyme
When I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain,
Before high-pilèd books, in charact'ry
Hold like rich garners the full-ripen'd grain…
14 June 2006
Vol. 6, No. 2
poetry, sonnet, rhyme
Four Seasons fill the measure of the year;
There are four seasons in the mind of man:—
He has his lusty Spring, when fancy clear
Takes in all beauty with an easy span…
13 June 2006
Vol. 6, No. 2
poetry, sonnet, rhyme
Bright Star! would I were steadfast as thou art—
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night,
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like Nature's patient sleepless Eremite…
20 May 2006
Vol. 6, No. 1
fiction, short story
And after all the weather was ideal.
19 April 2006
Vol. 6, No. 1
poetry
I never saw a wild thing
sorry for itself.
18 April 2006
Vol. 6, No. 1
poetry, rhyme
On that day
I shall put roses on roses, and cover your grave
With multitude of white roses…
17 April 2006
Vol. 6, No. 1
poetry, rhyme
And all hours long, the town
Roars like a beast in a cave…
1 April 2006
Vol. 6, No. 1
fiction, short story
Although Bertha Young was thirty she still had moments like this when she wanted to run instead of walk, to take dancing steps on and off the pavement, to bowl a hoop, to throw something up in the air and catch it again, or to stand still and laugh at—nothing—at nothing, simply.