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Other titles from the Eaton Conference are: Bridges to Science Fiction, edited by George E. Slusser, George R. Guffey, and Mark Rose, 1980 Bridges to. Once liberated. Is eternally vital and that the role the old sciences have given it. This means that the beast will get larger. No longer holds it in thrall. Explore MnMn Alhammadi's board 'Sketches' on Pinterest. See more ideas about Drawings, Painting and Sketches.

Apartment They live on the street side of the building. We live on the back side. They hear duets of men and smoke, we hear birds chirp and cover a fridge with pictures. They shave each other’s heads and take pills, we climb into blankets and collect fur. He plays the drums, she charcoals, I pick at the paint on the walls. They hang their clothes in the alley. We hang drapes.

We’re usually tipsy on red wine. They drink two whiskeys neat.

I see a shore of white skin on her back when she lifts her arms. I see her wolf eyes and blackberry lips. I see his skateboard, a sandpaper tongue. A bell rings in the afternoon.

We lift our heads. Joan Biddle is a writer and editor living in Memphis, TN. Download Free Asghar Ghori Rhcsa Pdf Writer. She holds an MA from Johns Hopkins and an MFA from The New School. Joan has been published in Half Drunk Muse, The Yalobusha Review, The Red Booth Review, and Small Spiral Notebook. Taking Sides 4th Edition there. An audio podcast of Joan reading her poetry can be found on Apostrophecast.com. *** The Witch's Vision By the well the women weave their hair into skirts night launders their skin to plum peel their plump bodies curled root and leaf inside each woman a tree their husbands the axes who tie to their backs rowan elder the apple tree’s arms its hands full of leaves below blades the women will lie bear stomach and breast to his stroke and bleeding from them grows a grove of saplings weak and in still air trembling the wolves circle hold their teeth between gums the glint built to tempt the hunter and the hand. *** As The Gods Booby-Trap Love The Inuit hunters admire the bear.

They would never call it stupid or reckless, though it might be. They are in awe of its hunger. They believe the bear knows the sharpened wolf bone is buried in the blubber and that somewhere in its primitive brain the bear glimpses the terrible tearing apart that will occur; the trail of blood over miles, days, the crucifixion from inside-out.

They consider the mutilated bear heroic. Believe the beast chooses the temporary miracle of the rigged meal, its sweet juices, one-of-a-kind flavor, knowingly and regardless. Neil Carpathios is the author of three full-length poetry collections: Playground of Flesh (Main Street Rag), At the Axis of Imponderables (winner of the Quercus Review Press Book Award), and most recently, Beyond the Bones (FutureCycle Press)---as well as several award-winning chapbooks. He is an English professor and coordinator of creative writing at Shawnee State University in Portsmouth, Ohio. *** Despoiling We slept, close covered, in an iron tub, fattening earth above us for a thousand centuries in mealy darkness: not a doze, yet never jarred by touch. You folded and turned, my dear, like smooth candy on the spoon, before the cool and the soft-balling.

I tried to forget in a maze of dust speckled with black and with deep purple. We were not free, most decidedly not. Bound, rather, in a prison of love.

Louie Crew has edited special issues of College English and Margins. He has written four poetry volumes Sunspots (Lotus Press, Detroit, 1976), Midnight Lessons (Samisdat, 1987), Lutibelle's Pew (Dragon Disks, 1990), and Queers! For Christ's Sake! (Dragon Disks, 2003). The University of Michigan collects his papers. *** Notes on Some Sort of Happy We live in a small condo with yellow shag carpet, mirrored walls.