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Page 185 from Issue 94

forest for the ghosts of illustrious hardwoods that haunt us. Thus we arrange the wooden blocks around ... which however flawlessly logical leaves the bereaved to drink pink lemonade and sink alone beneath the ... tum struck down by that reckless jalopy careening backward up a one-way street. I guess they ...
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The Digital Reader: RSS Feeds

Matt Wood
Twitter updates float away and disappear if you  don't see them, an RSS reader will at least hold on ... Matt Wood Monday, October 25, 2010 Blog If Twitter is the water cooler and news ticker of my web ... compared to some web geeks. I used to subscribe to more before I started using Twitter, because RSS was the ...
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The Lightning Club

Mesha Maren
“Never mind, I—” “We looked at so many, babe, I don’t—” “Never mind, never mind,” Charley said. “I’ve ... never given a fuck about trim before in my life. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. This is why we ... should never have a baby. Can you imagine? I’ll pop the thing out and then I’ll be like, oh, I thought it ...
Poetry

1926

Rafael Pineda
agony, holding her there by the forehead, tugging her back, without breathing the underground gases. My ... father lit a fire in the forest. She needed a handful of herbs, a glass of repose, so he thought, ... a flower for her hands, a pillow to catch her dropped tears in the silence of feathers. Like an epoch of ...
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Page 84 from Issue 56

told all this to Ormsby, the pink­ headed nigger. Let's try to live together in this place, ... wait for the possible return of our son Leander. The town rumbled at a white man and a black man living ... and of tar-and-feathering the two men as a means of punishment and of setting things aright came often ...
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Promissory Estopal

Michael Casey
to show favoritism at the old LZ either. The other kids could swipe an orange or an egg from the mess ... deal. If no CI person was in, we'd make out a receipt. I don't ever see anything that ... person. He dished out cash honestly, not like the S�2 officer. The day CI guy was above that petty stuff. ...
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Page 90 from Issue 80

Page 90 from Issue 80 (yet never surrounds us, merely suggests we try), rising like burning ... If we aren't looking down from a rooftop then we're living in the forest hut with ... Issue 80 page ...
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Page 16 from Issue 80

Page 16 from Issue 80 Three Poems Eleanor Wilner Ume: Plum The fruit is small, and often served ... nation's flag-red sun on a white field. Those years ago, we never knew, kept ignorant of all that might ... light for shelter-a glowing parasol of pink and white, or the world a child's globe that sits ...
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The Man from the Death Institute: A Selection

Novica Tadic
The Man from the Death Institute: A Selection Print Pages:  Page 125 from Issue 97 The Man from ... the Death Institute: A Selection N ovica T adic Translated from the Serbian by A. Hernon The Working ... beside it Little things over the gray floor strewn combs coils saws husks rags mice droppings bones dark ...
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Page 115 from Issue 127

guitar but keeping tune, "shiny happy people holding hands," barely adults, ... Wait, before I end up all rhetorical, let's take shelter at the Pensione Regina, ignoble hostel ... the mood took him; he was an ape, filthy shadow of a painter, and finally they evicted him; he found ...

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