Via Dolorosa That summer, before we lost her forever, my older sister, Rachel, helped me memorize the ... Veronica in my Spirituality Now! confirmation guidebook looked just like me when I wore my hair pulled ... back, silhou etted my lids with smoky eye shadow, and bit my lips to make them puffier. As I sprawled ...
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Fall 1988
Page 119 from Issue 73 Robert Johnson Crawls shouts and cracks in my memory. Spits seeds/ short ... all most level with my mind. Blues all a around his head. He got the slow/walking blues: five hundred ... miles done wore out his shoes. Criss crosses moods in my tones. Feasts on worries my grand father prayed ...
Spring 1970
a black metal rod. I look on. So that's what it is! For the first time I understand what caused my ... pain. I imagined it was something worse. Fingers are, after all, only extremities. And I thought my ... you've got good marks.' I didn't know. Of course I did my best. I've always done what ...
my arms and drove us both to the floor. Most townspeople already knew that when Xica could not be ... o Nosso Senhor: Heal my child. He has not spoken a single word since his accident. o Nosso Senhor: You ... threw my husband off that whaling boat and did not return him when I was young and pretty in Angra-lift ...
I was perversely delighted at hearing him speak so crossly to her. I closed the volume over my finger. ... rose from my chair, and bent down to pick up the children's horrible scribblings. ... "Good heavens!" my wife cried, staring out the window. Her face had gone white. I straightened ...
say," 1 said helplessly. I drank off the brandy and returned to the closet for more. My whole chamber ... detail," my friend said then, with the same queer smile, "will meet at your gate after ... I suffered, waiting in my cottage that evening! My family seemed determined to drive me mad-the children ...
of my arguments to You (urging you to intercede here in my behalf) would work against me.... The ... slow-thinking, a spiritual and physical cripple... all this results from that beating, in which my entirely ... their reversing their procedure, and allowing me to return to my cell, my reading, and my preparation of ...
my mother asked. She had posed this same question many times before on many different occasions-on ... vaca tions, at funerals, the night my Uncle Ruben arrived from jail. Often her riddle referred to my ... everything that wasn't nailed down. My father encouraged them, she claimed. ...
Page 230 from Issue 80 Later that month, on June 20, 1958, Plath sums up her situation: My motto ... here mi&ht well be "My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up." I have been ... and am battling depression. It is as if my life were magically run by two electric currents: joyous ...
