Page 80 from Issue 74 ders. Mama sits in the little round-headed car. The blue from the police­ ... car's light splashes across her face. I walk toward the car a little sheep­ ishly. It's the ... middle of the night and my mother is displeased with me. After the Africans graduated and went back to ...

Page 51 from Issue 80 Gethsemane He had nerve enough to follow, dogging His heels, for what? To ... smiling. The dog had its day, rolling in meat. The meat was news: the Word of God wants what we want, to be ... check later? Instead he gagged on words, like a mouthful of water brought from the garden, that blood ...

skrifter. 7). 80 Russia Then and Now, 1892-1917. My Mission to Russia during the Famine of 1891-1892 with ... whether Tolstoy was aware of the impact his own writ­ ings had made on Howells. 99 Autobiography, pp. 82, ... Tolstoy did not write entries in his diary, however the daily journal of White has survived. It indicates ...

a letting-down of that fiercely driven intensity to know. Here the poet is content just to be; instead of ... round the black tree and for no reason we know we see ourselves throwing our heads back to laugh, our ... gums and teeth shiny as cut wood, our eyes marbled, straining to see where it comes from, that hoarse ...

Page 51 from Issue 99 TRIQUARTERLY the country. They made love twice a week, Sunday and Wednesday. ... help you." I lifted him by the elbows. There was a clean handkerchief in the pocket of my tux. ... I gave it to him and he blew his nose. The music squealed and tittered from inside, a stiff orchestral ...