Issue 149

Winter & Spring 2016

Image from This is Not My Home

Fiction Peter Orner Fiction Peter Orner

Pies

It had begun to rain. She’d gone with him to visit his son and the son’s girlfriend. He’d wanted her to meet his son. It was late.

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Fiction Karen Brown Fiction Karen Brown

Amnesiacs

She was in charge of preparing the beds for the new arrivals. Her arms were full of the sheets, bright white in the sun’s glare off the water. It was May, and the windows had been thrown open, and the air whipped up the curtains, covered the grand old furniture with salt.

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Fiction Abby Geni Fiction Abby Geni

Childish

I have fallen in love with a willow tree. I first saw it a week ago, on a golden, dusty afternoon. You and I were out for our daily constitutional. You move with a walker these days, tennis balls affixed to the bottom.

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Fiction Leigh Camacho Rourks Fiction Leigh Camacho Rourks

Shallowing

Caro swung the muzzle of the shotgun up and trained the barrel on a dove. From the doorway of the sagging porch, she could see several pairs in trees on both sides of the bayou, but she kept her focus tight. She didn’t pull the trigger.

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Essay Kristen Radtke Essay Kristen Radtke

Haunted Lives: Three Video Essays

The three essays that make up TriQuarterly’s winter/spring video essay suite are concerned with the liminal space between public and private, and, perhaps most interestingly, each employ the form to evoke lives—and homes—that are in some way haunted.

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Nonfiction Margot Livesey Nonfiction Margot Livesey

Gustave and Emma

Artists: All hoaxers.

—Flaubert, Dictionnaire des idées recues.

For me a book has always only been a way of living in some particular milieu. That is what explains my hesitations, my anguish and my slowness.

—Flaubert, letter to Mlle. Leroyer de Chantepie, December 26, 1858

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