tenon, coins and sweat run together. Amana, our work and our bread. Amana. The voice within each of us ... a group calling themselves Inspirationists originated in Germany about 1714. The immigrants ... 'according to His laws and His requirements in our own consciences' attempted a community sharing ...
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Page from Issue 94 EVAN ZIMROTH Dead, Dinner, or Naked We hear in these poems a song of ... myth and everyday life. Her strong, singular voice makes us look where we might not have looked, see ... what one might call conscious postmodem trashiness in this book.... A profoundly urban book, of harsh ...
Page 106 from Issue 80 But if I could recall these words, hear them once again above the voice ... but it does not belong to me. I feel it imposed, a command that does not need a voice: it has my limbs ... Under the prompting of the voice, I thrust: I feel the spray of vapor oppose my momentum, but it is too ...
ahead of him. His headlights were not on. He had pulled out of a side street to join the procession. He ... Honking, a long blast- had there been others?- penetrated his atten tion. It was coming from behind him ... . Shadows rose behind his eyes. He had slowed the car imperceptibly. Now he slowed it even more and in ...
and leaned against the doorjamb. "I'll bet those voices you hear calling you sound ... the end of the hall, out of hearing, when he finally spoke. 101 Issue 80 page ... you." He said this aloud, but he was preoccupied, his voice was distant and without force. Ruby stood ...
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sake? I have a higher calling." I asked him where in Africa his ancestors had come from, and he ... "home"; he never received mail that I knew of, or telephone calls; as he'd once told me, his home ... awkwardly; he squeezed my fingers hard; as if I were slow, obstinate; as if I needed to be convinced. ...
anyone, as if he'd been tricked as well, but they hated him ever after for his rotten scream of ... cream. Or she'd call at the beer-off for some lemon ade and go home to drink it. If she went in ... a shirt and smoked a pipe, and stared at the bridge he had to go under. She wondered if the barge would ...
He's lying in the woods listen ing to his father call him. His father wants to kill him, so the little ... "She said he was good, is what 1 mean." "But he calls me with many voices ... 1 was mad. But the other time 1 was not wrong. 1 hear his voices calling me." "Your ...
reasons," he said in a voice possibly puzzled, detached in tone, as if he were really looking over the room ... Page 95 from Issue 80 "What for? You ain't hard of hearing. Beside, ... running in and out the room, trading places." Now her voice changed tone. "Was it an ...
in the glare. Nothing to hear except the engine's drone as I focus on a butte ahead, and see ... Page 70 from Issue 80 From The Distances A flyspeck on the windshield seems to twitch. Somehow, ... flattened at 70 miles an hour, its legs remain distinct: nothing to watch but this, and lane lines rippling ...
