assignment where they assigned fake titles to people and we all had to write fake stories. Then for the next ... and maybe one will pop up, or do you even remember a lot of the fits and starts? BG: They’re all in ... least they’re there. If you go back and decide it’s junk you can just throw things out. I guess that’s ...
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all happened all at once, he told it in the wrong order, he got the names wrong. He asked you to ... polite. She wore a bandanna over the lower half of her face. It had looked for all the world like ... a routine retén, an ordinary traffic stop. The military set them up to look for guerrillas, but the ...
Page 55 from Issue 99 TRIQUARTERLY don't know it, but you're the luckiest man in ... said. "You're a scream." Colum straightened and brushed the wrinkles out of ... "You're getting a little too lucky, cookie," Ward said. "I loose if you want, ...
man examined the stub, turning it over in his oddly tough-looking fingers, as if scrutinizing ... the dark thicket of sleep-at precisely the wrong moment, perhaps. This time I awoke on a patch of soft ... countryside. In the background I heard the twittering of woodland birds; a chirp of laughter pierced the meek ...
never heard of from places you never heard of. And out beyond the old mill, they're building ... they used to mean. The Back Bay, that's great." We have another nightcap. A little ... he turns to look at the framed photograph of the old warrior, a portrait as familiar as ...
the town where they live—it’s all spread out on the ground below. But now, for the first time, they ... ground now. Alone, beneath the trees. They look around; they’re back on the path. They sit up and see, ... swoops down toward them from overhead. They turn and look up, and it’s a little white bird—just a tiny, ...
Spring/Summer 1999
daughter on the grass about thirty feet away. He looks at his wife across the small table they're ... other side of the entrance from where I was sitting. Don't ask me why we all parked on that ... something you'd do. Did it really happen?" He raises his shoulders and looks at his ...
There is only a short stretch through the hills where we could drive like that. We entered a little town ... they're in a race. But I can't see why you do it. You could have been killed. We all could ... your car just when you want it all on the road; maybe, as was the case tonight, a wet patch where you ...
Page 130 from Issue 99 TRIQUARTERLY Three Poems James Armstrong Hill Prospect of Kalamazoo What ... looking out over a handful of buildings rising above the green mass of summer, the heat wavering in the ... the New [ersey-wide exurbus? Many times I tried to tell it, standing on Westnedge Hill among petunias ...
out-of-stater, the Governor of Massachusetts permitted Mother to be buried on Copp's Hill Burying Ground ... own tree a few days later. 1 sensed it coming and had moved into the room with him where 1 lay next to ... my Ouija board.) Then, once, just before dawn, a bird twittered in the garden and Father came out of ...
