head and calls me mother, even though we’re the same age, and then I know I’ve said too much. Nobody ... You eye the abacus and I know what you’re thinking. Before you can criticize me, I say, “It’s for ... imams all around. They’ll have to understand. Maybe they’re trying to remind me that none of my things ...
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constituents of ice. I know, too, that I need them to survive: they feed me, in some way I know only from the ... Page 104 from Issue 80 calls, in a cadence that pulses, waking echoes in the hollow within me ... still, each revolution, at the pulsing of the ice, in a hollow inside me something opens. In the dull ...
crush from high school would, bitch-face popular girl, condescending. Dreams: they’re so destructive. ... camera. At us. “I forgot you were here,” Webber says. “Go on,” we hear Leo say, off-camera. “Don’t see ... actual equipment. “People always forget what they say,” he said with a bend in his eye. “I won’t make you ...
they return, they say something that makes the teacher in me want to weep right then and there: “I ... really had to think about what I was doing,” they say. “I’m beginning to see what you’re talking about ... smiles. “I do. But what am I to do? They’re gone.” II. I start with my aunt’s story because it is ...
so full, for the whole story of my mother, and for my whole story, all what happened to me, for the ... Mama look. I am revealed. My mother turned, whimpering, and gazed upon me lying revealed in the ... firelight; and then she came closer and looked down upon me and then my mother Chupa stepped back from me ...
episodes of Dark Shadows, to decide that all of us watching on 6/7/67, especially my mother and me, her ... tried to feel gratitude for Depp: after all, as David reminded me, Dark Shadows: The Complete Original ... Collins tomb. It’s taken forty episodes to hear the echo of my mother’s name, Margaret, in Maggie, who ...
grass-cutting skills. His precise edging! No grass blade left behind! What else do they know? It feels like all ... wonderful,” the mother says, clapping like her son just won the Pulitzer. “What he means,” the daughter says ... “My daughter is a writer,” she says. The daughter pretends not to hear this; it has been edited from ...
songs are strange- I hear And shudder, cold with fear. I know that Dryads' grey-green dresses ... fresh warmth of an April sun. She is not gone, and she will come again I know. What brings me sorrow is ... lasts, however good it seems. All will be lost. Love, happiness, they all Will vanish as the daylight ...
paved all around with bricks, while watching them stay as they are, motionless, I say I've ... did I hear that, and raise my voice softly and laugh; the black tiger-striped cat jumps up lightly ... Page 9 from Issue 99 TRIQUARTERLY flooded by heavy rain, it was a smell like the fish- and ...
says. "Where have you been? Are you all right?" "We're ... fine," Pearl says. "How is Phoebe?" He laughs. "Has she been going to ... night. Before Phoebe was born, the door was open to that room. Now it is closed. They all have become ...
