Self-Portrait As Vincent Van Gogh in the Asylum at Arles
Issue #113
Winter 2010-11
The moths in the orchard squeal with each pass of the mistral wind. Yet the reapers and their scythes, out beyond the pear trees, slay wheat in sure columns. Christ must have been made of shocks of wheat. When they...
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