mastodons. When my dog nosed it, the whole mess, which was long as my hand, moved as one and raised its ... insect on the continent was common but hard to spot. I liked it right away and went back with my camera, ... ten seconds means it is two miles away. I remember my mom teaching this to my Girl Scout troop. Our ...
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they were originally published. She writes: It turns out that unless you make a concerted effort in the ... out and, at least at first, you have force yourself to swallow it. Like a scratchy vitamin.... A poem ... metaphor, unfunny joke, or annoying word. But one false note destroys a poem, or at least destroys its ...
Page 211 from Issue 99 TRIQUARTERLY cigarette lighter that was missing from a locker, an unvented ... long, spending the rest of his time on the crapper. It almost appeared to be something sexual, but ... however it went it wasn't tolerated by anyone. It was, simply, gross. Tony threatened the geezer ...
I find time. Twitter is also a mixed bag of time wasters and meaningful information. Scrolling through my ... feed this morning, I noticed this link to a list of “ 50 addictive Twitter feeds for bookworms.” The ... interesting to follow. If your goal is to garner and maintain your own followers, here’s an article about how ...
Page 105 from Issue 80 ice. And without ice, it tells me, my life will be an endless fall through ... tried. I do not know why. Only that the way the sunlight breaks upon the ice-the brilliance of it ... because it comes from what within me I do not know-all of this draws me, despite all warning, to look ...
Page 150 from Issue 80 of anyone to appreciate the equivalent scene in Uncle Vanya, which is not ... Voinitskv has just said that "Everything will be just as it was" (p. 226), so least of all ... play: perhaps in this case it is we who are looking at our watches. And the lines signaling the ...
the mirror is shattered I will see: my own reflection breaking through, arms out to greet me in its ... Page 110 from Issue 80 seize them with an urgency I cannot name, and so I call it longing, I call ... it want. I know what I want. We will meet, the two of us, in a moment I cannot imagine: for a moment ...
Page 50 from Issue 99 TRIQUARTERLY bushes running up to it, not a single petal singed to the line. ... 's weakness. Courage, my friend." "What does it matter now," the footman said. He ... apartment, blue curtains in the window, a young wife from 50 Issue 99 page ...
I never left the place under the porch, not even when I saw my mother's car. Instead, I called ... Page 99 from Issue 104 TRIQUARTERLY that maybe I should go to Reilly's for some reason. ... I never thought about going to Frank and Marilyn's or calling an ambulance. I knew it was too ...
Page 153 from Issue 99 TRIQUARTERLY right away. Floyd was led out last. He stood under a blue ... chin itched with hot, wet stubs, but his hands were behind his back. He let it go. Their rights had ... selling her story in the back of that cruiser 'fore charges even be writ. I knows a young woman; ...
