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Page 26 from Issue 137

"Now we Ian­ guish in Westchester and run a multiplex." Anthony placed a hand on my shoulder. ... a vigil than a wake. Three months had passed since Rachel's disappearance. I wore my white ... confirmation gown, the dress tight around my waist, the pearls hanging on by their loose threads. "Do ...
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Page 39 from Issue 110-111

dragging the sled. "I didn't like his attitude," my father said. ... I didn't say anything. I was furious. All the times my father embarrassed me returned in a rush: the way ... street; how I'd unpack my lunch in school to find he'd made me what my friends called ...
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A selection of letters

James Joyce
(Cardinal Deacon) To NORA BARNACLE MS. Cornell 29 August 1904 60 Shelbourne Road My dear Nora I have just ... finished my midnight dinner for which I had no appetite. When I was half way through it I discovered I was ... eating it out of my fingers. I felt sick just as I did last night. I am much distressed. Excuse this ...
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Grief and Wonder

Julia Whitty
I pieced together that it was my dear friend. I’ll call her Amelia. Someone had died. I thought it was her ... dog. She never said no, but her voice roamed guttural octaves far beyond no. In my bed, in my tiny ... cabin in the woods, I felt her anguish wrench me out of my skin, an implosion of self exiting from ...
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Page from Issue 13-14

cry. I saw the world circle infinity while my mother paced an equinox off on the patio. Brittle in bone ... and in flesh, naked as I was, I sank to my knees as if asking a grace in advance, and was part of her ... once, I would loom like a wall for a hero. With each passing moment the nap of the web was pointing my ...
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Page 26 from Issue 35

Decidedly has forgotten It all. Friedrich Christian Delius: Birthday My fear's birthday falls in ... February. To celebrate it I spend the evening drinking with all my enemies­ and each in turn we interpret ... pale oracles in empty glasses. The guardians of order too are my enemies. They proclaim a splendid ...
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Page 208 from Issue 81

Spring/Summer 1991
Page 208 from Issue 81 Three O'clock Dose The nurse comes in, checks my pulse. The blood ... pressure cuff wheezes as it tightens around my arm. She takes the empty IV packet from my pole and hangs ... a pouch of yellow liquid, my three o'clock dose of ceftazidime. I hear none of this, of course. ...
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Maps We Leave Behind

Carson Faust
too, knowing that Micah remembers what my dick tastes like. “Winning today,” I say. “That’s what really ... blacktop. Our bodies tangle as we play. They’re rough, but I don’t mind. Aster’s elbow clips my bottom lip, ... and I taste copper. Spit it out. Vince trips me. The ground teethes my arm open. My breath catches as ...
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Page 188 from Issue 85

I felt a coldness in my heart. Nemesio had made my hunger vanish. Even my willpower to get up and go back ... I stretched my hand out and took the crackers. Many of the swatted flies did loops in the air and flew back ... my hand. But I wouldn't let go. The hallway, the deep silence, gathered up the din of the ...
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Page 18 from Issue 57-2

Page 18 from Issue 57-2 tioning, bang. But anyway, this has always been my cafe and it always will ... not much of anything. My father was different... he made pitchers and washbasins. When he touched the ... father at all. He grabbed a bottle and was about to throw it at my head but he held himself back. His ...

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