Current Issue About Editorial Note Archives Submitting Links		Gary Beck Alien If I were an old Jewish man with hair on my face I would not sleep on the bus to Monticello, but spend the time in prayer and observation…. The greened mountains, the lush countryside, a girl's crossed legs across the aisle, and finally a country club where people spend the day hitting little balls with sticks. Next Poem
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