Verse
Cadnum, Michael & Schwartz, Hellel & Preston, D. S. & McMullen, Richard E.
Hillel Schwartz Aubrey Lord Bail Bonds On cinder blocks to one side of the vacant lot BAIL BONDS stenciled on its slanting roof and huge again across the front, black and yellow, as if held...
...Help us...
...We are still here...
...So much his accurate handshake tells us...
...He escaped with acumen and a burning desne to suffer for others, to take upon himself our crimes...
...Pray for us...
...Aubrey went to farms for the young and clumsy where we teach gratefulness...
...Hillel Schwartz Aubrey Lord Bail Bonds On cinder blocks to one side of the vacant lot BAIL BONDS stenciled on its slanting roof and huge again across the front, black and yellow, as if held together by its paint the office conspicuous as wasps...
...Why are we here...
...He wondered if he should, if it would be crazy to pray...
...punctures the dark silence and I return to realize death is meted out in inches...
...Fine Thing I sit gray in this barred suspension within this four walled silence whose heart I am that does not beat...
...One who becomes surety for the debts of another...
...he is our fence...
...D.S...
...Outside flies tasted eyes that would not close...
...On the Sabbath, remembering the Edomites...
...Preston Capital Punishment Is a Fine...
...Beautiful...
...slow, outward falling...
...Dear Heart, when you read this think of me and die as I die for you sometime each day between first call and lights out...
...ominous with rain, but he was feeling good about himself for once...
...Who are these people...
...No fire, no ice...
...How unsimple everything is, the room with its collection of antique toys, the window with its transparent veins of rain, the tangled branches of the elms grotesque in the bad visibility of glass...
...And after lights out I sometimes pretend that I am dead, lucked away box snug six feet down somewhere and free as I lift like Scipio above the earth smiling in disdain A such a pitiful sight until "Roll Out...
...she said at last...
...Michael Cadnum The Reckoning While downstairs someone continuously talks on a telephone or to someone who can never answer, the uninvited guest sits in the bedroom chair...
...Michael Cadnum The Cape He held loan a skin made of eyelids...
...It was an afternoon without sun...
...We are the damned, they said...
...At week's end he sings Psalm 137, O daughter of Babylon, counting the canceled checks...
...admiring the wide embrace of the Law...
...Richard E. McMullen The Damned Voices He was driving home from work the day the damned voices spoke...
...He will commit a terrible crime, and thinks of it, leaning slightly forward into the room, seeing nothing in it...
...The voice from below chatters unceasingly stilling the intruder in his wait so that it is clear who will die, and it is only a matter of time before she walks talking ahead of herself up the stairs into the quiet, empty hands of the room...
...He decided it would...
...no pain: darkness-darkness...
...A cape cured so supple when the wind blows it makes only a soft utterance, a closing, an opening of the gentlest kind...
Vol. 109 • June 1982 • No. 12
