Poetry | December 01, 1987
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10.1 (Winter 1987)
Featuring the work of Don Bogen, Michelle Boisseau, Louis Budd, Jack Driscoll, Michel Englebert, Carol Frost, C.W. Gusewelle, Ehud Havazelet, Stephen Haven, Larry Kramer, Ellen Lesser, Lisa Lewis, Kathy Miller, Michael Pettit, James Ragan, Louis Simpson, Gerold Spath, Jack Stephens, Mark Twain, Michael Ullman, Jon Veinberg, Roger Weingarten, Gary Young, Barry Yourgrau…and interview with Charles Wright…and a feature by R.D. King.
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