Michael Cadnum The Horse The sinews of the angry mare grow tau hard as the impenetrable future as she tries to pull the stump, Tries and fails. The taproot locked-in dives to something trees...
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CHARLES PRATT BRASS RUBBING We touched the hidden forms As gently as a lover could, Then took the wax and rubbed Until a knight and lady stood Revealed, like breath on glass; And now, benign and...
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