Page 93 from Issue 137 Arthur Sze Sarangi Music Black kites with outstretched wings circle ...
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Page 135 from Issue 10 "Oh, it's very faint," said Aunt Lorraine ... Mama." Hillary and Peaches and Lorraine came to the picture window, forming a half-circle behind Susan. ... Even old Carolyne, standing behind them, craned for a look over Lorraine's shoulder. Backing ...
Bear," said Aunt Lorraine. "Hillary is always talking about you. Whoops," and she ... said Aunt Lorraine. "They must take a great deal of your time." "A good ... pardon me," said Aunt Lorraine. "Maybe I'm a maverick of some kind, but ...
in perpetual dance, he walked with tiny steps into a clearing a few feet off the road. Lorraine, he ... a minute? Lorraine leaned forward and eyed him suspiciously. Kindly grant us a portion of your time. ... Manager, I'm not capable or disposed. If it pleases you, might I share a word or few? Lorraine ...
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time of night I'm sawing heavy wood." He looked toward his house where Fiona had come ... out. "Now, Fiona, she'd love to. You show her the stars." Harald released ... her lilac bush, Fiona was taking in the morning, her face up to the sun, or so it seemed, a mist of ...
Maxine Kumin. "Not an assemblage, but a force": poet Arthur Sze. Madonna? No the ...
"Not an assemblage, but a force": poet Arthur Sze. Madonna? No- the Kenyon Review which, ...
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Page 26 from Issue 83 Fiona nearly said I found your son in the woods and he wasn't ... a flower? It was not a flower. Fiona was aware of her own eyes against the glasses, of the weight of them in ... she wanted to tell this girl, you don't know that man at all. But how stupid: Fiona did not ...
laugh. "Look, Fiona, a wooden arm!" Barefooted, wearing only her bra and brief for the ... woman whose aging body was nonetheless a young green tree-how like my wife, Fiona, to thrust her proud ... Perhaps the aesthetic pleasures of the wooden arm were subtle, even for Fiona. Because now she spoke again ...
Fiona's candle, on one of the little upright spikes set in rows for that purpose, would have had me strike ... the wax, had not the candle-burning idea been destroyed the very instant Fiona was beginning to move ... leather helmets. Fiona's coat was closed, the black hom was blowing. From a short distance ahead ...
