ralph waldo emerson walks across the bare common, the distant edge of winter, cold, a blue-gray twilight pallor caught in the fold of blustery clouds pressing down, the mind at a loss to find any special good fortune, thought, in the dross of the day. granulated snowflakes scour, hold to the tips of fallow […]
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- fiction 1: **MAX WEBER IN OKLAHOMA NOW PUBLISHED**
- fiction 2: opening of K
- fiction 3: opening of THE DIRT OF OTHER DOGS
- poetry 1: from BARTLETT’S SONNETS
- poetry 2: from THE GARBAGE SONNETS
- poetry 3: CROSS COUNTRY
- review– Alan Cheuse on HARVESTING BALLADS
- review– Daniel Woodrell on LIAR’S MOON
- TRIBUTE 1941 – 2014
- tribute from John Ingersoll
- tribute: Philip’s “assholeisms” – Roberta Bienvenu
- tribute: remembering Philip– Tony Whedon
- tribute: remembrance from Beverly Kimball Hunsaker and Bob Hunsaker
- tribute: remembrances– Gary Whited
- tribute: stories of Philip from friends and family
- tribute: working with Philip by Jerret Engle
- V: Curriculum Vitae
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