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Page 106 from Issue 67

Fall 1986
arrives at in "Waking Early Sunday Morning": Pity the planet, all joy gone from this ... the end of time to police the earth, a ghost orbiting forever lost in our monotonous sublime. That ... Early Sun­ day Morning." William James would have recognized at once these exer­ tions, just as ...
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Episodes toward an Elegy for Halley’s Comet

Lindsey Drager
of this as a story about two children abandoned in a wood by their parents and the way breadcrumbs ... asks Hansel. I dreamt that all the flat planes in the sky—the moon, the clouds—had width, like you and ... me. I dreamt the sun was spherical like fruit. I dreamt the forest lasted forever, and instead of ...
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Sunlight

Julia Specht
adventurer had lain down in her shelter with her swollen hand, the sun hadn’t moved. The wind had changed, ... several weeks before. It was no one’s fault but her own. Her hand slipped, the knife lost purchase on the ... stand, and that was that. * It was the month in the arctic when the sun doesn’t set, and outside, the ...
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Page 39 from Issue 21

Stone smooth as skin, cold as the dead they load on a low lorry by night. The moon sits on the fell but ... it will rain. Under sacks on the stone two children lie, hear the horse stale, the mason whistle, ... dawn; at Hawes, tea from the can. Rain stops, sacks steam in the sun, they sit up. Copper-wire ...
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We are not in this together

William Kittredge
nylon tent like a rooting hog. She held to the other girl's hand, and only screamed when the ... from the sleep­ ing bag floated above the glowing coals of what had been a pine knot fire. This time it ... understanding the long hesitation of knowing you were killed before you were dead. Thinking was beyond the ...
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Page 208 from Issue 89

stroked your hair. I've heard the heartbeat where there is no heart, A wish wish wish at two ... fontanel, To awaken shame, to scare up Numbness, to follow you The way the moon follows on long drives, ... faithless who peer into their hands. But you, gene braiding gene, helix Of filaments, mote of multiplying ...
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Page 117 from Issue 112

Fall / Winter 2002
years on Balboa Island, when every morning was a skewed So long sung vaguely to the ghost moon tilting ... in the window, the pelicans sun struck and dozing on buoys in the bay, the phone ringing for hours, ... fingers dialing out of habit or hope and Bob or Tom or Dwayne or John in the next room equally gone and ...
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Page 114 from Issue 105

Spring/Summer 1999
on. When you raised your face from your hands I was frightened: your hair was almost gone, and what ... came home to an empty house. To my sister and me, who had not read your letter, this seemed unnaturally ... remained was the white of extreme old age. Your skin, always pale and smooth, looked friable, like your ...
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Page 337 from Issue 27

hurts your hands. No, farther on into the deep-blue, out toward where the deserted lighthouse appears ... you think you'd better go back? You're all tired out from your swim and the oar ... they slowed the boat, which no longer seemed to be moving. The scorching sun was blazing over his head, ...
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Page 106 from Issue 76

shoulders trembling in the doorway the moon following the path your tears made down the skin of your hands ... planet taken from the moon do. I mean the ones that show the globe all blue and quivering in its filmy ... when I stumbled into the wrong examination room. I mean that man over there. I mean last night, your ...

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