Lunar Caustic Issue no. 29 Winter-Spring 1963 A man leaves a dockside tavern in the early morning, the smell of the sea in his nostrils, and a whiskey bottle in his pocket, gliding over the cobbles lightly as a ship leaving harbour.
Death of a Oaxaquenian Issue no. 26 Summer-Fall 1961 So huge is God’s despair In the wild cactus plain I heard Him weeping there
Mercy of Fire Issue no. 26 Summer-Fall 1961 But never fall from fealty to light. You said, Melville? Now, by God, sir, why not? The pall is comfortable enough; as soon rot
Comfort Issue no. 26 Summer-Fall 1961 You are not the first man to have the shakes, the wheels, the horrors, to wear the scarlet snowshoe, nor yet the invincible harlot
Through the Panama Issue no. 23 Spring 1960 We arrive at dusk, in a drizzle. Everything wet, dark, slippery. Dock building huge, dimly ht by tiny yellow bulbs at far intervals. Black geometry angled against dark sky. Cluster lamps glowing—they are loading cardboard cartons labelled Product of Canada.