Circulation Issue no. 199 Winter 2011 The solitary molar of a streetwalker whose body had gone unclaimed had a gold filling.
Songs Issue no. 199 Winter 2011 I O that we might be our ancestors’ ancestors. A clump of slime in a warm bog. Life and death, fertilizing and parturition
Never Lonelier Issue no. 199 Winter 2011 Never lonelier than in August: hour of plenitude—in the country the red and golden tassels,
Despair Issue no. 199 Winter 2011 I Things you said in drugstores when buying painkillers or at your tailor’s
Rowans Issue no. 199 Winter 2011 Rowans—not yet fully rowan red not yet in that tone they take on later of ember, berry, October, and death.