it’s not the tractor in the fog, the faint percussion in the middle ear, muted and dispersed, popping johnny’s progeny, john deere’s plowbeam, soil-polished plowshare, twelvebottom moldboard suited to the plains. soothing reassurance, stitching air and land, an earthy first fragrance permeates, loess and loam, gasoline, oiled gunny, sweat and rain. it’s not the moiled […]
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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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