Page 43 from Issue 104 TRIQUARTERLY Maybe this disease is going to be my death, you said. But it ... isn't going to be my life. You kept your eyes on the road. In the glare of oncoming cars I saw them ... A Security Guard, I thought, from the Funeral Home or the Memorial Park. It was early, the sun burning a hole ...

Page 157 from Issue 127 The Apron My mother, though, had an old apron for holidays and work and ... funeral rites of his life. 157 Issue 127 page ...

the back of the church at the funeral, dressed like an Almodovar mourner in a black lace mantilla and ... anything real, that love required tension. My mother and father and I had gone to see her dance, once, and ... she'd told me the next day that my papa was "muy guapo," my mother "muy ...

like it; it reconfirmed my belief in the power and beauty of poetry in the face of the worst life can ... Page 80 from Issue 95 TRIQUARTERLY poetry. I know you can discover much of that reading ... the poetry was, how brutal and lyrical at exactly the same moment. I'd never read anything ...

Heidegger, she says, "The essence of poetry is poetizing about the essence of poetry ... (characters of a conventional story or novel) are displayed as such, with all their wires showing; each wire, ... presenting a "character" represents yet another aspect of her ethical position, which ...