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Page 80 from Issue 112

Fall / Winter 2002
I heard broiled prawns when you said, lets do it on the lawn; because my first course was your race horse; ... maintenance; you thought sadness just came with the tenure. Now it's over. And I'm still ... yourself you heard naked elf; we didn't know how to lis- 80 Issue 112 page ...
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Page 80 from Issue 100

Fall 1997
Page 80 from Issue 100 TRIQUARTERLY trying to sympathize, no doubt, although my conduct, and the ... touched her as a child. When she began to speak, I was in high school. Next year came the gold tips on my ... like me. They smoked my brand. They made cute, cynical remarks. I had thought my life so far was more ...
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Page 101 from Issue 80

Page 101 from Issue 80 watch me and my little sisters and at times she would just start to cry. ... the marches, they will kill you. The black man and the black woman are the child. It is like a movie ... you." He said this aloud, but he was preoccupied, his voice was distant and without force. Ruby stood ...
Blog

Catching up with Monday

Karen Zemanick
using Twitter’s Retweet button versus typing “RT” interests me because it emphasizes how new rules of ... Karen Zemanick Monday, June 6, 2011 Blog First, I have a couple tangents related to my thoughts ... they publish a first draft of Longfellow’s poem on the aforenamed rider. Tech stuff: A student at ...
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RT @AMrjoian575: Here is a micro-essay I wrote that proves I can be self-aware at times. Thank you, @Cheap_Pop , so much for publishing! ht…

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Page 80 from Issue 130

"She's fine." After lunch they are driving to Ghent. It will take an hour to get there and Clara ... Page 80 from Issue 130 is her turn, he carves her salami extra thin. He cuts a hunk of Belgian ... cheese. "So I haven't seen you in a few days," he says in his happy way. ...
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Page 70 from Issue 80

beer inside the only diner, smiles askew, who seemed to ask, what are you doing here? I wished for ... Page 70 from Issue 80 From The Distances A flyspeck on the windshield seems to twitch. Somehow, ... the speck grow, pitch like tumbleweed blown over the road, stagger, and suddenly become a man: ...
Poetry

Green Street; Attractive Possibility; Questions of Love; The Barn

Joanna Anos
dance-floor stage. I was new to the scene. I took the twenties when tucked in my palm, slipped in my back ... 80 Four Poems Joanna Anos Green Street I had known the man, in a bar in southern Illinois, ... ex-junkie-turned-artist, cheeks hollowed, skin seemingly carved of a blond wood. I was seventeen. In black boots and Levi ...
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Page 80 from Issue 81

Spring/Summer 1991
Page 80 from Issue 81 my partner get rid of me. It wasn't easy this time either since ... Diane was so breezily oblivious to my real nature and was quite used to taking what she wanted from ... It started with the feeling, at first just a gnawing at the back of my head, that something was ...
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Page 28 from Issue 80

like the fur With which some beastly creatures are endowed. Falling to my feet in full Folds, this ... Page 28 from Issue 80 Kimono Sloppy oriental sleeves Accidentally enough Sweep the board and ... dabble in the sink. The tree of which these are the leaves, Woven of some rough, druidic stuff, Is rooted ...

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