Potsdam, announcing the success of the Trinity test. The message read: Doctor has just returned most ... The Bomb and the Baby Boom Print Pages: Page 206 from Issue 80 The Bomb and the Baby Boom ... discernible from here to Highhold and 1 could have heard his screams from here to my farm. 1 Six weeks later, ...
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Page 59 from Issue 80 Four Poems John Koethe Un autre monde The nervous style and faintly ... sense is over, and the confusion spent. They belong to the naive, perennial attempt to see And shift the ... Indifferently but soon became my real way of feeling, Abstract tears, an anger retrospectively revealing Darker ...
Page 141 from Issue 80 by allowing her to speak a truth so unintentionally understated as to be ... people call me because of my pock-marked face, Waffles. I am Sonichka's godfather, and His ... Excellency, your husband, knows me quite well. I live here now, on your estate ••.. You may have been so kind ...
Page 178 from Issue 80 homonym." Martinez recounts how, "without realizing that ... person had given up on my existence, I sent him a letter asking him to correct the error.... I never ... Letters may be anachronistic, but such an outmoded artifice keeps dialogue alive in times of artificial ...
until they couldn't afford to keep him any longer. "My brothers thought they were ... better than Ruben," my father said. "They acted just like my mother and no one stopped ... Page 80 from Issue 72 hands tingled with awe. Imagine givmg yourself a shot! is what I thought. As ...
Page 256 from Issue 80 on a yellow pad: "I don't feel defeated." Under ... Likewise, in his "Song for Stanley Kunitz," Moss keeps Kunitz's gift of ... for": Myoid clam stands for periodicity, is my sweet reminder of heartbeat and poetry, seasons, tides, ...
Page 179 from Issue 80 Argentine Process of National Reorganization. This transformative hope for ... I confess to you that one of the illusions of my life is to someday write a novel made of letters. In fact, ... melancholy letter just received) in Argentina we never had an XVIII century. I. This latter remark refers to ...
fragility by the time morning had come as pure and white as the creekwater below I had gotten used to my ... Page 80 from Issue 35 and slattered every which way across your forehead i feel the strain of you ... and the strain of the child clawing his way toward the rim of life i know the sweat of you the tensing ...
Page 80 from Issue 59 Soldier boy. He still had a little over three-quarters of the money he had ... that had ever been. Here there was only himself and the small life, creeping or waxing blindly toward ... a half-forgotten dream. Not just a good-times roll in the hay, Father, I hurt her... wanted to hurt... ...
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Page 80 from Issue 81 my partner get rid of me. It wasn't easy this time either since ... additional punctuation came the inevitable slamming of the door. For the next few days I spent much of my ... It started with the feeling, at first just a gnawing at the back of my head, that something was ...
