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| ***BIO*** Stephen Page: I gened and grew in Michigan, but rambled a large fragment of my life overseas. During my wandering I sometimes attended Columbia University and barely graduated magna cum laude. I now write on a ranch in Argentina while pretending to be el patrón. My first book, The Timbre of Sand, a collection of poems, was carried by Barnes & Noble in their New York chains and on the internet. My prose and poetry have occasionally shown themselves in such reserved literary journals as Bravura, Pavement Saw, Piedmont Literary Review, Porcupine Literary Arts Magazine, and Quarto. I have been laurelled with The Jess Cloud Memorial Prize for Poetry, a Resident-in-Writing with stipend at the Montana Artists Refuge, a Vermont Studio Center Fellowship, an Imagination Grant, an Arvon Foundation Ltd. Grant, and a Literary Merit Award. I am a dedicated writer, and when I am not ranching, I employ my day's remainder constructing meaning with written language. It is only by coincidence that whenever someone unannounced wanders into my office, they find me conversing with a bottle of scotch or playing with my GI Joe dolls. |
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| After Devaluation |
| by Stephen Page |
| The rains never really end in Buenos Aires But are broken only by a day of less humidity Followed by a day or two of clear Uozoned sun that quickly reddens the skin. They say it never rains in sunny southern California But unrained skies are only tolerable Near the coast where atmospheric pressure temperates Enough that desert does not creep cactus to the sea. Patagonia is a voluminous place to truck If bottled water carries thirst away And sandy air doesn't scrub the throat Like oversalted lamb jerky. Beef is best from Las Pampas Where cows roam grassly fed Unencumbered by wooden stocks And biled ochre corn slop: I wish my oversea letters would arrive, And ink cartridges did not cost a fortune. |