The Law: Words From the Inside Out

Some excerpts from the writings )f members of the Terminal Island vorkshop:

I see you in my dreams Swimming with calico carps And riding Dalmatian giraffes Climbing bougainvillea vines into the skies I treasure your happiness As you hopscotch in the early rain Or tag me with bean bags And kiss my bruised neck ... —Bill Bonanno from an untitled poem to his daughter Gigi, 10


The old lady's mumbling made me iware of her presence again ... The sun was making me drowsy, and I lapsed into the comfort of the past, telling the vieja for the hundredth time about my...

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