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Page 164 from Issue 114

a walnut shoot; and the sterile plane has often Been seen to carry vigorous apple boughs; White chestnut ... in a place Where there are no knots, and wedges are used To open a path deep into the solid wood, And ... tree arises toward the sky, Exulting in its boughs, and full of wonder At its foliage and its fruit, so ...
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Page 104 from Issue 38

thorns bring back my heart with wine make me a blanket of sunshine i'm smothering beneath this ... wise again mad i slumber madder but wiser debility habilitates me my buffoonery refines me the fuller ... rejoins insight what is coitus definitively if not an autocriticism but tell me could i still advance with ...
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The Digital Reader Series

Matt Wood
to the digital world, and if the path that the music, film, and journalism industries are following ... it's not what makes me want to keep writing about this topic. Instead, it's the fundamental ... to figure out how to make a living with the written word (please email me when you do). But far too ...
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Page 165 from Issue 29

they move up the path from the valley below, their screaming and retching and bawling becomes louder, ... oaken china cabinets. High above, in my sand-bagged barricade I watch a fight that is taking place on ... straddles her, shoving three fingers in and out the crotch of the woman underneath her. Another woman is ...
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Page 33 from Issue 80

Page 33 from Issue 80 Underwater House Over here, behind the copse of lilacs, there's ... a path- The air is filled with scarab beetles swarming like a multitude of lost souls. Water's at ... our carapace. And sea gulls ride, careening waves like Bosch's ghouls. 33 Issue 80 page ...
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Page 122 from Issue 129

path, to step aside, thereby forfeiting his chance at the seat in contention. He watches from where he ... former seat, which he's lucky to find still vacant. The fine young woman watches from where she ... Page 122 from Issue 129 bar above her head, giving the rising woman just enough room to duck ...
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Page 365 from Issue 110-111

Berta's mouth in syllables that many villagers thought were too low for a woman. Sometimes they started at ... work, but mostly the attacks happened at home, the strange song catching her as she leaned over the pila ... but forgotten to watch. Berta's house was made of cinderblock and sheets of thin wood that ...
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Page 14 from Issue 34

hundred yards ahead where the bridle path begins, but suddenly Moult hit the ground, and I heard ... the.30-.30 speak twice. At first I thought he might be going for me, and I froze, but then I saw ... bridle path. I broke through the snow into drainage ditches twice; Moult's path almost ...
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Page 406 from Issue 135-136

a pile of rubble in the middle of the city. The audience clapped softly. On the way home, Sylke watched ... destruction, there was something warm and humane and deeply satisfying about watching a building disappear ... the bike path, or to the short beach below. There was no direct route from the cliff to the water, and ...
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Page 20 from Issue 46

alongside the tracks all the way to the park they'd have to cross the trestle over Homewood Avenue. ... wouldn't run down all the crazy niggers screaming and hauling ass over Homewood Avenue. From the tracks you ... still see their fires from the bleachers while you watched the Legion baseball team kick butt. From high ...

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