Keithley The last love of her life was a horrible mistake, and Margaret Lee was in no hurry to repeat it, ... or to open herself to the sort of hurt it had inflicted on her. She did not like being twenty-four ... and lonely. She did not like the alternatives that were offered to her, either. Less than two years ...
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fuckin' fool who snitched as much as a dime, myoid man would know. I remember many a night going up to bed ... I remember many a night curled up as tight as a fist under my covers, listening to one or another of my ... an afghan and a pillow apiece into your ears and you could still hear that fuckin' belt rip ...
ceased publishing, Although the magazine has printed a substantial amount of new poetry and fic tion (in ... poetry issue, which was slanted somewhat toward southern poets; the January 1975 "Essays on Self ... receives support from Loui siana State University and CCLM. Spectrum. University of California, Santa ...
inside of her storied Santa Barbara house in the mountains was itself an achieve ment. Then to be able ... Lillian's dinner parties had attained a leg endary status primarily because her guests (rarely more than ... herself, but always had writers, musicians, or painters and sometimes even businessmen or lawyers among her ...
Winter 1994/95
Page 229 from Issue 92 TRIQUARTERLY So one night we can splurge, maybe the last till long after ... she wants. Hell, she will. Just close her eyes-well, they're normally closed during it-but ... her mind? he thinks on the subway going home. Whatever, a baby. He can't believe it. You try ...
Page from Issue 107-108 Santa Monica; Green Life Where It Goes; Honesty 457 Charlie Smith Au ... #40090); Cavafy Museum, Alexandria; The Art of Poetry..486 David Wojahn On Privilege 492 C. Dale Young You, ...
touch of their social year or decade. To see the inside of her storied Santa Barbara house in the ... because her guests (rarely more than nine and, on this evening, seven) were generally discreet, talking ... businessmen or lawyers among her guests. Consequently, there was no one circle in which news of the parties ...
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Come all ye faithful! I am the worshipful mala droit who enters her, carols booming, only I. Santa ... infantJesus, her sloe eyes in mine, damp black kid gloves, a key glinting on the leather. An orange radiance ... suffused the living room, her long legs glowing in the firelight, snow silent, thick against the windows, ...
Fall 1983
snow. At five o'clock the bells of the church of Santa Maria rang and the women went out with ... one would die of pneumonia, the bells of Santa Maria would sound the knell, and Domenico Orecchia, the ... carpenter, would make the casket. A woman went mad and they took her to the insane asylum at Collemaggio, and ...
