Cyrus Taylor, Shaker Lake Predawn<\/p><\/div>\n
Letter from Major Ragain<\/strong> Duet of cards Tongue’s fire making out Surf and snowy peaks The pulse of days Near the end Standing rock (these are Maj\u2019s words, in Maj\u2019s order … ~ Steven B. Smith<\/p>\n Cuyahoga<\/strong><\/p>\n River of my Valley White in the snowfall, Oh, mother, where is your child? Pink and yellow in the wake of boats. ~ Daniel Bellinger<\/p>\n
\nSelected quotes, November 1994<\/em><\/p>\n
\nlashed to the prow
\ndeep winter wakeup<\/p>\n
\nthe principle here
\nlimited containment<\/p>\n
\nstuff of the midwest
\nrats in the granary<\/p>\n
\nbops back walking
\nwhere the earth is soft<\/p>\n
\nstorm windows up
\nwater black cuts<\/p>\n
\nmuted spirits
\ncrater ruins of an Inca City<\/p>\n
\nI just removed the 90% in between)<\/em><\/p>\n
\nmother with no child,
\nyou sing as you walk,
\na soft lullaby.<\/p>\n
\ngrey in the rain.
\nPouring over shallows
\nand rocky places.<\/p>\n
\nWhere is your River child?<\/p>\n
\nPurple under the bridge
\nand the colored lights.<\/p>\n