Poetry | September 01, 1987
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10.3 (Fall 1987)
Featuring the work of Nicholas Christopher, Killarney Clary, Theodore Dreiser, Donald Finkel, Maria Flook, Eamon Grennan, Fred Haefele, G. W. Hawkes, John Meredith Hill, Lewis Horne, Lynda Hull, Richard Jackson, Kerry Johanssen, Ken Kalfus, Nina Kennedy, Daryl Lane, Syndey Lea, David Zane Mairowitz, Kevin McIlvoy, Howard Nemerov, Alicia Ostriker, Molly Peacock, Shannon Ravenel, James Ulmer, Bruce Weigl…and an interview with William Gass.
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