This Poem was published in the October 2007 Issue
(Noli me tangere)
First the hot and dry
Crossed up middle
By right cell strips
Down to craving, gravel
Elbows on the wing
Brushed with taste
This damp phant’sy
Lured by the sentence
Left or between
Noli me tangere
Voilà! quite contrary
Read more from the October 2007 Issue, including all related letters.