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energy.... Please don't worry that I am sad; it is normal, I think, when one feels physically shot ... again, stoic, humorous. (J, pp. 106-07) Plath does not seem to connect her sudden change in outlook to ... her physical symptoms: I am so sick of having a cold every month; like this time, it generally com ...
quibbling water. It was brown-green, the color of algae-the color, I think, of your eyes-and sunlight ... Victor, it seems to me I wronged you most in never knowing you. Hear ye and hear but do not understand; ... know you, we didn't know you. There's time. I think I know you better now. But did ...
wave. I think I see them at the windows waving back. The TV opens up its smoky eye until the black takes ... Goodbye tiny people! We'll miss you. Where did you go? Iris's eyes, the blue and the ... Page 99 from Issue 123 Then minutes later, completely new. Hello plane. Hello tiny people, we ...
me for all the ways she cannot raise her “big boys” with “nappy hair” because she is white. I think ... between her work shifts. Their disembodied voices call “Miss” from over the wall that divides our ... already targets for the police. But I keep thinking about how her feelings are conditional. How she’s made ...
on the table and not care if one of the kids spilled juice on it, but after a few months the papers ... catching up on Twitter. While some people think of it primarily as a social tool, I use it as a way of ... You'll often hear people describe Twitter as a "digital watercooler," where your friends hand ...
you're not due for a week yet, more." Briefly her face clears into candor. "Please just ... to turn my teeth yellow. Not for me the wingswept ballerina's eye, the cold still red dot ... Nina's your cue, Bonnie! You go on after Nina! Now get out there," she rights one of the purple ...
moving from north to south. "Am I right or not?" The man doesn't answer, but ... The Lights of the World Print Pages: Page 92 from Issue 99 TRIQUARTERLY The Lights of the World ... sky. "The wind will be at your back." The man, standing behind her, smiles. ...
I feel a motion in one of my limbs: it reaches out after ice, not to break, not to gather: I reach out ... control. This time, I am waiting for them. I 109 Issue 80 page ... Page 109 from Issue 80 course angles steeply down and as it dives into the Ring I know. I know why ...
long name. Ivy, seated at a table mere yards from the podium, eyed him irritably across her glass. ... unbidden, washed into her mind: I fear thee and thy glittering eye, and thy skinny hand so brown... Then, ... Around them, night hung in shifting folds, voluptuous as velvet. Matches flared, and some one wondered, ...
