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Poems Sharon alds What I Liked About It I liked the round, hooked rug, its orbits, its white geometry. ... 95 Issue 84 page Sharon Olds Sunday, March 1, 1992 Poetry Work Issue 84 Print Share Tweet ... What I Liked About It; Warrior; 5th Grade; 19; The Native Print Pages:  Page 95 from Issue 84 Four ...
is somehow essential. But the tower-across the road is merely a silver cone atop stilts. It could ... Street not far, in fact, from the Vance Hotel. And you will agree, by now, that it could not have been ... himself, is puzzling. I admit that at one time I suspected the very nature of water towers, which I thought ...
Talking all the while, he showed me, in the middle of this scene, a mighty oak which had sunken its roots ... themselves in the distance. We traversed a forest of pines. I shot a glance at the window. I don't ... whistling of the wind among the pines heralded the coming storm. The crows, flying low, fled in flocks. ...
blocked her from my view. It's strange, the way a person's life can feel so far away, ... Page 63 from Issue 80 The way the future used to sing to me when I was ten years old, I start to ... night I had a dream in which the image of a long­ forgotten love Hovered over the city. No one could ...
gloves on. IX He was walking now on dense cones between the pine-trees. Through the dappled sunlight he ... already as far as the first tower. God damn those bloody snails, he thought. XI It was getting late. Below ... bothered him, but he knew it made no dif­ ference. He felt for the slack knot of his tie and had started to ...
Page 106 from Issue 69 It is time to go home, dribbling pine cones, keeping an eye open for rare ... inhabitants of the city, in aprons or overalls, crimped hats, tackies. It is nearly Monday, and they have ... them, line it, lean over it, wince into the sunshine. There are broad ladies under parasols, young men ...
tating seriousness. He proclaims an Old Testament bias early on: "I can believe a cloud gave us ... crowning of the rest of the week by the Sabbath, it is automatic. Merely to claim this, as Moss does, may ... Page 254 from Issue 80 dent. Reading nature and language, Moss resembles Howard Nemerov, that ...
Broadway, separated by the Vesuvio Bar, which advertised its slogan, "We Are Itching to Get Away ... cones. He brought back a quart of lemon ice from the Safeway to cool off the parents. Then he continued ... Problem; she wondered if passive resistance is more truly vital than rock-throwing; he sighed and put up ...
Spring/Summer 1998
a little senile. She collected random things--doorknobs, pine cones, discarded pen husks, old shoelaces. ... from the moon. "It can't hurt to think about it, Mother." Rose Marie glanced ... anything at all of interest she came across­ all of it strewn about haphazardly, the counters and shelves ...
the self. "80 It may be that all pardon tales can do is to provide some assurance for those ... with the power to spare life that meaning can be made and that it can survive in a world of violence ... accounting and more to console those who exercise sovereign power in a world in which that power takes and ...

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