The Ecphorizer
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Even when you arrived weaned from wind on faded maps in an open boat with a platform of fruit by your seven cousins the rivers dream of a day such as this in your large straw hat hair of black spells and tassels of oranges of a great sorrow. The waves foam like prayer shawls a coat of wings on a map-blue shore you follow the eye of gulls circling labyrinth oceans from open galleys by lost coins, pomegranates, sails and one lone poet. Poet B. Z. NIDITCH evokes our blushes by writing that he regards The Ecphorizer as "intelligent and sensitive." B. Z. lives and writes in Milton, MA. More Articles by B. Z. Niditch |
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