Wild Goose Poetry Review Fall 2006 Bay Farm Island (Alameda ...
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Sort Desciption: Review, California Quarterly, Poetry New Zealand and Black Mountain Review. His latest poetry collection is Running for Daybreak (Mellen Poetry Press) He ...
Content Inside: Wild Goose Poetry Review Fall 2006 Bay Farm Island (Alameda, California) Wind blows windsurfer sails seaward beneath the full curve of a gull’s wing. Sand responds not to the steadiness of wind, but just lies there, daring it to blow everything away, as the wind tugs, ripples, vies with tides, surf, and headwinds that turn tables turned by past seasons. Joggers oil their hearts with sweat, prepare for races to be won nose by toe. Voices of fishermen are caught and fanned into the wind. Sleek hulls sail into currents too loud for metal detectors, too short for memory, too violent for peaceful bicyclers on a Sunday afternoon. Richard Alan Bunchs collections include Greatest Hits, Rivers of the Sea, and Sacred Space. His poems have appeared in Many Mountains Moving, Kennesaw Review, California Quarterly, Poetry New Zealand and Black Mountain Review. His latest poetry collection is Running for Daybreak (Mellen Poetry Press) He resides with his family in Davis, California. A Grand March Again with the absence of feeling, gaining of fat Not for winter but for hiding and burning, rolling in holding up to the light. Remarkable. When could there be more waiting around? When could fingernails grow any longer? There are empty train cars to attend, too much paperwork for deciding, there must be something to do with the loss. An upset, perhaps a glimpse of bare elbow Wild Goose Poetry Review Fall 2006 whose sallow draws in all light and breath; then a subsequent restart— Mary Flanagans writing has appeared in several books and journals, including the first volume of The Electronic Literature Collection (2006). "Reskinning the Everyday," a blend of critical and experimental text, is forthcoming in the anthology re:SKIN (MIT Press). The Old Man and The Sea I’m telling you truthfully. I had a dream Manolin. The fish was wretchedly big. But the sky, Santiago, The sky was the same as always, Wasn’t it? It was heaving the way the sea Heaves in a st ...
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