March 2019

Taigen's work

From Chapter 12- The Winner's Glimmer

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Gallow sat by the water’s edge, wringing the water out of his socks, both his boots cast off to his side as Gideon exposited to him.

“The reason I’ve arrived in this town is nothing to do with you, Mr Clarke.”

Gallow sneered at the mention of his old name, but said nothing. “Better to let him enjoy his high horse, as usual,” he thought.

“Within the last six months, there has been a noticeable uptick in disturbances in the Southwest region.” He paused a moment.

“Four towns, similar in size and affluence to this one, have all been victims of massacres.”

“Massacres?” Gallow asked in disbelief. “I haven’t heard anything about that, and I was all over here.”

Gideon squinted his eyes at the younger man. “You might have overestimated your pace,” he said with a hint of haughtiness in his voice.

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Editor's note: The 1994 issue of 451 Press was a poetry issue. The epigraph to the issue is taken in translation from the great Mexican poet, Octavio Paz (1914-1998):

Touched by poetry, language is more fully

language and at the same time is no longer

language: it is a poem.

With a great economy of words, ...