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Anthony Walton

Winter 1999

Celestial Mechanics

By Anthony Walton

I have always been the poor student, failing geometry and physics, confusing quadratics with differentials. You could explain it, master of calculus, the night sky the screen of your overhead […]

Winter 1999

Gothic

By Anthony Walton

They come quietly as fever, their mottled wingsthe strangest bloom of my garden. Reverent as old women at early mass, clinging, persistent, silent, as if the mere promise of light […]

Winter 1999

Hackensack

By Anthony Walton

Edward Hopper might have dreamed this place, painted it one sunlit afternoon in his studio, enchanted by the evenings of shadow and yellow, and that woman there stretching to pull […]