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Page 194 from Issue 135-136

liver the words I'd thought I had right in my head. She parents me now, and like a child all ... be done in pajamas. 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 ...
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The honey

Margarita Karapanou
I was alone in the dark room. Singing to myself, I put my hand in my panties for a bit of company. But ... faster; I was going to burst. Kind of weights, like sugared almonds, came up from my soles to my belly, ... Suddenly, when the sweetness had choked my throat, the house started to shake and rain began to fall from ...
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A Tough Life

Sheila Schwartz
always the ones?" 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 uncles. "Grabbers," she called the ten brothers, certainly more ...
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The Sorge Spy Ring

A. Hemon
and weighty. I'd put it on my knees, but then its weight would spread my legs and the book ... would close itself and slip to the floor. And I'd lie on my belly and rest my head on the ... scaffold of my hands and read. When my elbows would begin to ache, I'd recline my cheek on the ...
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Forgive Me

Amina Gautier
Forgive Me I lost my mother’s red plastic heart sunglasses when I was seven. She used to wear them ... week, my grandmother’s old, sour sister kept me and took me to school, but on the weekends my mother ... Pierre Cardin shirt after another over my small head. She let me whirl her tams as if I were making pizza ...
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Page 225 from Issue 31

Page 225 from Issue 31 take care of you for me. My brother is standing up for me. He may be ... little, but he is taking my part before our relatives. He is really fine. I shall bring this dressing ... his life? Your letter was not a reply to my letter, any more than my letter was a reply to yours. We ...
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Page 270 from Issue 45

my age in Belfast was forced to drive a bomb to the Europa Hotel, already bombed seventeen times, and ... and all the happy days I passed along this road on my way to the innocent lake and the vision ofthe ... white house of destiny; and now, out of humanity's reach, I, Alexander Selkirk, on my own ...
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Page 125 from Issue 13-14

today's corruption, a conversation so pro­ longed that it flattens my ears and makes them feel hot. Just ... lecture. Have I mentioned that I no longer underline, or mark, or mistreat books? I had a pencil in my ... hand, the master called out my name, and due to the confusion of getting up without dropping Juan ...
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Page 462 from Issue 13-14

Page 462 from Issue 13-14 even by my parents while I moved my right arm, being careful not to ... touch my hairdo, in those gestures in the shape of a swan's neck, like an amphora, that nobody ... of being imprisoned in clothes, of being imprisoned in my body, is what has always remained of the ...
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Page 19 from Issue 33

Page 19 from Issue 33 ago had anybody said I would remove my shirt before the old dame, I would ... from the bayonet looked almost as fresh on me as the day it had been plunged into my abdomen and chest. ... speech we might have made, for Corliss ValIant had put his hand into the still remaining hollow of my ...

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