matter where it was published. I'm not quite a "digital native" who has been online his ... Twitter. It's a little self-indulgent, but then so is writing a blog (or writing anything, for that ... enjoying it, might be instructive to the type of person who reads a literary journal's blog. And if ...
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shakes itself off, flicks it tail. The painter lands beside it, holds out his arms, someone lifts him and ... fence which says, "This tree was planted on the day of birth of the greatest painter our ... reaches up till it's able to snatch the brush out of the sky. He looks around for his paint tubes ...
"Who can grow up these days? Perhaps it's time you got some sleep." "I ... buzz. Ruby cocked her head. "Doris got it," she said. Her lips trembled as she ... looked at him with a certain pleading, her lips moved as if to attempt whispering. But when she spoke it ...
he felt its absence. The man hesitated at the window. Mason looked up at him. The man's ... Page 94 from Issue 80 muscles felt himself trying to overtake the voices with understanding. His ... right?" The voice was beside him at the car window. The man was not looking at Mason but beyond him, as if ...
people for an uprising. It's all one struggle. Their war's ours.- The handclasp held. ... in the hibiscus trumpets as her own secretion, as she stretched, the baby inside lifting with her, to ... friend Sela as if she knew everything and was saying nothing. This empty boast became real when Whaila, ...
their arms. They wanted to be picked up. “Oh,” said Ruby. “It’s his twin.” She said it in the ... Ruby and Jace hardly exist. I’m afraid it’s going to fuck them all up.” Then he looked away, knowing ... The Twin Ruby was the first one to use the word “twin.” It was a Sunday, and we were all home. ...
Fall / Winter 2002
be if you walked into baseball bat. The power was out, would be for days it looked like. Annick and ... point." "So you're saying that some dictators are okay with you?" ... "I'm saying I should hate the son of a bitch, but I don't." Spot whined to go out. ...
in consideration as they say of the local chief they call this fort Fort Washakie... today with ... beat to have... and under Astor's moon a moon so big it bathes a continent in exquisite silver ... light last night I took a leak and dumped where willows mark both their graves... down the road there is ...
Fries was a child. It was Ulrich Fries who bought the starving young Indian girl the box of apples. ... And finally, it was a stroke of luck that I knew what my historical characters, their children and ... pets, their homesteads and towns, land scape and livestock looked like. Many of the aforementioned were ...
yang. It was a very natural idea to let painters who had no permits, such as my uncle, study to be ... of his saliva changed; now it was burnt yellow, like the urine of someone suffering from too much ... sent there, few sue ceeded. Almost every painter without a permit regarded himself as age, nius like ...
