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Page 72 from Issue 80 Below San Simeon "1 wasn't trying to problematize the ... teeming with quicksilver peaks downsliding to stream between stones, pool its light in hollowed rock, and ... then slide back, glistening over pebbles and minute snailshells. 72 Issue 80 page ...
the morning sky. He thought it unbearable. He did not know what had made him do such a thing. His ... Page 80 from Issue 129 He smelled the sea. The clouds were fluorescent. And when it was too cold ... chest closed, then, slowly, opened. He concentrated on his breathing. He did not return until late, Isa ...
waddling up, quacking their wise-crack quacks. Not many stop to toss a stone into your grave. Your brother, ... hair. Not all dolled up. No false front. A simple shroud. 80 Issue 104 page ... Page 80 from Issue 104 TRIQUARTERLY I was at the park, feeding the fishes, casting crumbs on the ...
A curved, half-moon headboard made of pink granite. Carved out of the headboard, in relief, were a man and ... Page 80 from Issue 79 and the best strangers can manage is a rare "I'm ... I am not the Wife in. Oh-one more thing, to prepare you for the story. Long ago, when we were in ...
Page 99 from Issue 80 through that with lovemaking their words would be dissolved. She would ... heavyset, gnarled, weirdly lovely and delicate black man, then she did not know what she would do. She ... played hide-and- 99 Issue 80 page ...
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Page 80 from Issue 100 TRIQUARTERLY trying to sympathize, no doubt, although my conduct, and the ... whining, rankle: listen: sympathy is not required. From you, in fact, contempt is better. But I never ... dogteeth. After grad school, I was an artist, not an Artist artist. I was what they call now a Creative. ...
Beyond Mourning Print Pages: Page 76 from Issue 80 Beyond Mourning Meg Schoerke A skein of stalks ... that bobble and float beside the body. They rise, edging her shoulders, and she sings, borne up by the ... wanton current. 76 Issue 80 page Meg Schoerke Poetry Work Issue 80 Print Share Tweet ...
Issue 80 Three Poems Alan Shapiro Mud Dancing Woodstock, 1969 Anonymous as steam, in the steam teased ... from the mud, hole at the field's edge where we were gathered, the unhallowed dead, the herded ... other's face, arms, hip 77 Issue 80 page Alan Shapiro Poetry Work Issue 80 Print Share Tweet ...