TITLE

Channel

AUTHOR(S)
Saje, Natasha
PUB. DATE
September 2000
SOURCE
New Republic;09/18/2000, Vol. 223 Issue 12, p40
SOURCE TYPE
Periodical
DOC. TYPE
Poem
ABSTRACT
Presents the poem "Channel," by Natasha Saje.
ACCESSION #
15568810

 

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