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"You know what's good for you?" she raised her hand. Something just as hard as her ... Diana?" he said, in his coaxing way, in his way when he wanted to calm her. In his pliant, yearning way. ... afghan in the parlor, one my grandmother had made, and I pulled Sweetie in with me. For a long time we ...
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first news-reporting professor, who talked about poetry as what “Emily Dickinson wrote in her ... acknowledged as such, we may imagine that the mud flats between nonfiction and poetry offer good feeding ... grounds for one another, and for thought. A great many people harvest rich work in the spaces where poetry ...
through the window above the sink. The manager's afghan dog was lapping water from the shallow ... mattress glide along the bottom of the pool like something stalking her. Helen heard Ted say, ... at her, then nodded. "I've done worse things than that," Ted was saying, ...
a grandfather born in northern India, near the Afghan border in a region which would become part of modem-day ... he was born? And what does it mean for Shahria to be born in exile just a few kilometers from her ... homeland of Afghanistan and to weave an image of that land from the threads of stories her parents offer ...
Fall / Winter 2002
beneath the Hollywood or Harbor or Santa Monica Freeways. It hurts to climb from dreams and shave and ... Blasters on at ten, the Plimsouls at twelve. The night ends late and everyone is tired but trying not to ...
others, as "la femme," the eternal Fe­ male. His other volume, Amour Erotisme et Cinema ... refers to her as "la tres belle." The portrait staring from his erotic pages is of ... it, Lia leans on her left arm and shoulder. The right arm and shoulder, the right thigh, and most of ...
this enough times at this hour of night, and he knows I need to move. Sarah and our kids are asleep. ... lets nothing go. “I’m here,” I say. “It’s better when I fly at night,” he says. “Even with night ... 9,000 feet above sea level, little food, little sleep, cold nights, rudimentary navigation skills, and ...
but as well out of the situation of poetry in a culturally repressed Spain over the years of his ... lyric or detailed meditation, it is repre­ sentative of another strain of Spanish poetry that is far ... from uncom­ mon. Poetry has remained a tool of serious intellectual effort in Spanish culture, as well ...
opens them in sudden horror. That was, wasn't it, a lady, powdering her nose, looking in the ... brute. Female voices, fe­ male laughter; he refuses to listen to what they talk about; he is a gentleman ... his boyhood. His dowager Aunt Kate, a considerable landowner, was left a widow in her handsome ...

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