Reading New Ohio Review (nor) 8

DEAN YOUNG Bell Tower Now that my heart is about ready, who are all those gracile creatures moving smooth as air around me while I rest on my assistant, the stair railing? I’m thankful not to know a one of them and interrupt their neon-darting need for somewhere else to vanish in. I could almost…

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Just finished reading William Aberg and Maureen Alsop

WILLIAM ABERG The Blade (for William Stafford) As a boy, I made a blade of my hand and held it flush with the window of our speeding car. Telephone poles, great windy chestnuts and oaks, tall buildings, and green, bearing slopes– I leveled them all exactly with my wake. One day, I fear I’ll have…

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Reading Diane Seuss

Don’t say Paris No one says Paris anymore. There’s no such thing as Paris, no Café de la Paix, no Titian’s Entombment in t he Louvre or Hotel La Sanguine with amaranth petals on the sheets. Don’t say Paris. When you utter the word I take off my long red gloves. I prepare my hands…

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