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in the mailbox, knowing in my heart that it was a futile ges­ ture, that I'd just blown $11 million. ... If the grand prize did elude me, however, I could be certain the magazines would arrive in my mailbox without ... and perplex­ ing permutations. Following the instructions on the monthly income check from my brokerage ...
the sun. I ate half a tuna sandwich my father had left in the refrigerator, then returned outside, where my ... brother was in my fort-with 5MB. 5MB had moved from Kentucky into his class. She wore sweet­ sour perfume ... said after I poked my head past a comforter-wall. She and my brother were facing me, their backs ...
I'd thought I had right in my head. She parents me now, and like a child all I can give is love. ... Sometimes for Martha's sake I consider holding my breath. But I pulse on-for Steiner, Coke, Vernon, ... and Josephine-and I struggle to help my daughter understand that if die a bit hungry, I'll still love her. ...
or for triumph. It is the fabrication of the raft riding on nothingness. I have often said that my father, ... to see that ruin. And so what happened to the family? Each one made a ges­ ture to saturate the abyss. My ... mother became a midwife. My brother is almost a midwife, he is a pediatrician. Each one of us got busy ...
Give me my dollar!" the younger bum begged. I almost vomited. Then things began jelling back, ... and I sensed my girlfriend, her essence, a few blocks away from my home. I'm right here, I said, ... and placed myself right where I was. I hid, and watched my apartment from beneath a thin dogwood tree. ...
Winter 1994/95
Page 162 from Issue 92 TRIQUARTERLY court. And while I eventually ran up against the limits of my ... physical abilities-no amount of practice would make me six foot four-that freedom to resist my limitations, ... serve me later when the poems I was writing challenged my mental and imagina­ tive powers. Jeff had what ...
orbit. See, there, iridium, it says, and swivels my cameras everywhere around me. Feel, there, the status ... weight grows everywhere in me, and my cameras swivel helplessly down into falling, somehow I told ... into another, I hear only this voice that says Follow. I feel a motion in one of my limbs: it reaches out after ...
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 ...
Winter 1991/92
Achilles murdered all of them over their shamblefooted cattle and white sheep. My mother, who was queen ... struck her down. So, Hektor, you are my father, and my lady mother, my brother, too, and my young husband ... and my lover. Come, take pity now, and stay here near the ramparts, don't make your child ...
Page 30 from Issue 84 benightedness in my small world. And most important of all, my par­ ents ... of behavior, and themselves live by another. I entered my midteens and the world of literature while still ... appreciat­ ing my small world. Despite the parochialism around me, that apprecia­ tion grew over the years ...

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