TITLE

The Empty Set, Recurring

AUTHOR(S)
Longhorn, Sandy
PUB. DATE
July 2005
SOURCE
Gulf Coast: A Journal of Literature & Fine Arts;Summer/Fall2005, Vol. 17 Issue 2, p64
SOURCE TYPE
Academic Journal
DOC. TYPE
Poem
ABSTRACT
Presents the poem "The Empty Set, Recurring," by Sandy Longhorn. First Line: No members, no elements to speak of. Last Line: all the sounds she thinks she silenced.
ACCESSION #
16758070

 

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