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Page 137 from Issue 20

'Don't twitter, though sparrows all do; things happen, and then we get a lark or a nightingale or even an ... owl, which last is by no means to be scorned.' Kay Bronson cannot abide, you know, the rule of ... ladies of the first rank were present at that dinner, and if honeyed words from pretty lips could ...
Blog

A poet's impluvium

Karen Zemanick
Day coincides with the anniversary of Twitter, launched five years ago today by software designer Jack ... Might be a good day for Twitter breaks after all. I have two further recommendations regarding poetry: ... they were originally published. She writes: It turns out that unless you make a concerted effort in the ...
Interview

Susie Bright: Interview

Rachel Curry
coldly distinct planets. We were alive to sex and adventure and being every kind of queer we could be ... do anything. TQO: Many of them were so detailed, especially the memories from your childhood. Did you ... felt like we were swimming against a tide of apathy.” How do you perceive this in light of the Occupy ...
Fiction

From Treemont Street (excerpt from novel)

Angela Jackson
Stone Angela Jackson It was Halloween. Spirits were being loosed, crossing bridges into matter and ... center of the sag where the pillows pull apart. And she would never be busy save for her unfinishing ... was in our house. We swore that evil incantations were hidden beneath her breath and between her ...
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Page 176 from Issue 98

before Jack and Jill went up the hill, before you met him, before you loved him where love ceases and ... because you cannot sear your own memory, you cannot bum him like an insincere love letter, you cannot ... Page 176 from Issue 98 TRIQUARTERLY where your monstrous grief crouches, chuckling. Twelfth. So ...
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Page 192 from Issue 106

Fall 1999
nowhere stirs the air. It seems the wind behaves erratically As if to show us that we cannot say What is ... you? II. In the woods this morning a veil fell Over everything, as if memory Were in hiding and would ... where you are now. Mostly, I watch the trees move, Though today they aren't doing much at all, ...
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Page 221 from Issue 83

Winter 1991/92
was Mom? Where would you be, if you were Mom? Exactly, but even further down the road than that. ... Page 221 from Issue 83 record of cars making car noises, which we huddled around a loud­ speaker ... to hear and imitate, and if one chanced to speak, the other said "Shhhh!" (Where ...
Nonfiction

A Short Essay on Being

Jenny Boully
white women are sitting on chairs in front of us and ask where we are from. We say we’re from Valley-Hi, ... never heard that word before, and although we had never heard that word before, we answered that we were ... I have had many academic successes, none of them were due to my being part Thai. Although I applied many ...
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Page 7 from Issue 35

hand at last? If we could be said to know what we were choosing, would we ever put on the good-bye ... doubt, or will lie, and we do not even know-we may never know-which one it is, any more than we knew ... which would be the meeting shirt, though we may have tried and tried to choose it. And what guides our ...
Blog

Blogs are dying (except this one, of course)

Matt Wood
they were friends, or got a voyeuristic thrill from peeking in on a stranger's life. But now we do ... revolves around Facebook and Twitter: Now traffic to two of the most popular blog-hosting sites, Blogger ... traffic grew by 66% last year and Twitter’s by 47%...... People are not tiring of the chance to publish ...

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