EDITORIAL BOARD Coordinating Editors: DeWitt Henry Peter O'Malley Editorial Staff: George Kimball Andrew Littauer Kip Crosby Bruce Bennett Steven Sands Norman Klein Art Director: David Omar White Business Manager: Tom Hargadon CONTRIBUTORS From Outside U.S.A. HUGH MAXTON has a book of poems published by Macmillan Co., attended Wesley College, Dublin, went on to Trinity College…
It is unmanly to be gorging a hot fudge sundae, nuts and whipped cream in the afternoon. There are only women here with their shopping. Worse than sleeping late getting up after your wife has left for work. Yesterday I recognized myself coming out of a double feature into the sunlight.
learn to cut hit fade learn to look out learn to run carefully try to see in the night & scream silently they don’t care who you are learn to need it now learn to hate learn to hate learn to love your hate
You are asleep. The ward is quiet so I slip into your room disguised as a brain surgeon. I take your pulse. We sip the stale water. I take your pulse. This is why I write to you, this is how I began to love you: I saw you on television. I enjoyed your lecture…
My uncle had a birthmark a liver colored flame on his face. Who knows where that came from. I remember one photograph from 40’s Hollywood, my uncle Leo Carillo and a woman who was not my aunt for long and who was not the English Duchess my uncle could have married during the war. The…
oh! lucky girl! when you go home all the little boys will want to pull your pants off see your new U.S. steel legs shine
it’s lonely in here loneliness is hard it’s frightening to think one might always be alone. One be alone forever there are the window sounds wall sounds neighbors how can we be close together and not in one another’s arms? the lucky people who have found lovers grow spoiled & demanding
Just as I was about to call your name The phone rang And since I was alone I knew it must At last be you I thought: the times are trying to change us Into trees in the valley of the shadow of joy But all the blessings which flow from memories of you Seem…
The boy sat down next to them without being asked by Mrs. Tollerson to do so. He had on a black nylon bathing suit that was too tight, and his face was so tanned it almost covered up some pimples Mr. Tollerson spotted next to his nose. But his legs were white above the knee,…
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