Tag: 27.1

Death in a Fig

Peter Streckfus   1. We’ll eat figs, black ones, dried while it rains outside, while it rains through the doors and windows There will be very little speaking during the meal mostly tasting...

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The Carpenter

Peter Streckfus   The peacock is so extravagant His cry so open His form so forgiven God, what else could a man or woman            want than to be the blessed...

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Issue 27.1, Spring 1998

Table of Contents Poetry Jeffrey Schwarz, “Why I Cannot Write at Home”, “Harm Unto Death” Peter Streckfus, “The Carpenter”, “Death in a Fig” Amy...

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