Contents

Articles/Essays

Fiction

Prophet by the Sea



One late afternoon just before sunset, the Prophet with white hair like the mane of a lion was walking by the sea with his friend, Fernando. They walked and talked about many things as the…



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Letters to the Editor

Poetry

Early Winter



Home from the dance in a howling blizzard. 
The kitchen door blown open. 
A heap of snow swirled onto linoleum. 
I’m entranced at the violence, 



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On X-ing



crossed out—an inexact word in typescript 
            but not erased 
left unused—an unread book 
            but not unneeded 



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Reviews