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From the August/September 1992 Print Edition

Too late for the tour and the history lesson,too late in the season on this southern plantation,and the ancient, front-line cedar soldiersbacked up by a strong regiment of holliesare not telling what they know.I walk on the old brick, caulked with thin moss,but soon overlaid with a thickening . . . . Continue Reading »


From the April 1992 Print Edition

This feast of a day on the riveris heavily salted with gulls.And the leaf-pared birch on the shorelineis lightly peppered with crows,And from dawn’s appetizerto the entree of noon,to the hungering sweetnessof twilight’s dessert.All is perfectly seasoned,everything, everywhere,perfectly . . . . Continue Reading »