Glenn Todd
by Charles Plymell We’ve seen the trace of tears on dusty Texas cheeks and cliffs of far away Pacific spray eat away timeless
Collateral Damage for Joanna McClure
by Charles Plymell The moon is sometimes bathed in night’s full light and the earth is aroused as when a woman bathes turns in her phases
red Fred’s piano
by John Wieners low down and dirty I sit having found the connection Eddy and Taylor to day they reprint Cocteau’s Diary of a cure I am hooked