Umbrian Dreams
Issue #68
Winter 1995-96
Nothing is flat-lit and tabula rasaed in Charlottesville, Umbrian sackcloth, stigmata and Stabat mater, A sleep and a death away, Night, and a sleep and a death away— Light’s frost-fired and Byzantine here, aureate, beehived, Falling in Heraclitean...
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