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Page 177 from Issue 93

"Parlez�vous menage a trois?" said the other. They glanced at each other with raised eyebrows, smiled, ... besides," they added, "them girls was only following orders for Christ's sake." ... freed. And as one of the dogcatchers handed his dog back, she had made a point of staring point-blank at ...
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Lady Lazarus

Sylvia Plath
A paperweight, My face a featureless, fine Jew linen. Peel off the napkin Omyenemy. Do I terrify?- The nose, the ... every ten I manage it- A sort of walking miracle, my skin Bright as a Nazi lampshade, My right foot ... times to die. This is Number Three. What a trash To annihilate each decade. What a million filaments. ...
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Page 45 from Issue vol2-no1

beyond our back hedge. So I went through our back hedge. On the other side was a footpath worn bare from ... appear on the facing page, as well as her story. TOO OLD TO BE A SISTER DID YOU KNOW that every ... when dark sets in. If any parent needs a child unexpectedly there is usually some other child around ...
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Page 163 from Issue 73

Fall 1988
break one arm, blind him with the splinters of his own nose and so make him available for the greater ... logic: First soften your opponent. Seize the hair like a housewife snapping lint from a rug and snap. Or ... chest your fist would break. Daintily as a finicky high- fashion photographer coaxing a girl ...
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Page 29 from Issue 99

that's a face a woman could love? You're just jealous, she cries. The young girl wearing a silk ... with the woodblock-printed cover, and the young girl crosses both arms and covers her face in fear; ... young girl, deeply and slowly swallowed up and enwrapped in the soft, ever so soft skin of the young ...
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Lament

Yehuda Amichai
breakdown of Abigail Yehuda Amichai We hit her with little blows like an egg for peeling. Desperate, ... perfume-blows She hits back at the world. With pointed gigglings she takes revenge For all that sadness. And ... despair and cinnamon, cloves and love-splinters. 249 Issue 39 page Yehuda Amichai Tuesday, March 1, 1977 ...
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The sweet breakdown of Abigail

Yehuda Amichai
The sweet breakdown of Abigail Yehuda Amichai We hit her with little blows like an egg for peeling ... . Desperate, perfume-blows She hits back at the world. With pointed gigglings she takes revenge For all that ... With despair and cinnamon, cloves and love-splinters. 249 Issue 39 page Yehuda Amichai Tuesday, March ...
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Page 17 from Issue vol1-no1

a crash of shattering windowpanes. Gaping out upon the splintered world, I saw my ruins rise in jagged ... a burning-glass, converging fire beneath my chills-and-fevered eyes, ablaze with heat of ice, the burning stab of ... itself, to make dispassionate arrangements on a wooden table without explaining why the dull and leaden ...
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Page 24 from Issue 99

Page 24 from Issue 99 TRIQUARTERLY orange blossoms against the blue sky is printed on the perfume ... box. You know, a sweet kiss wafting the scent of orange blossoms, that's what makes snow-white ... petals into a crown for a bewitching, burning bride­ has been sprinkled liberally on the silk dressing ...
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Skin; Stone

Peter Campion
Skin; Stone Print Pages:  Page 38 from Issue 120 Peter Campion Skin Your other guests all tanked, ... Your skin my fountain. Terraced avenues and fenced-off reservoirs where the searchlights swivel and ... dribble back, the water, dirt paths all ramified, all spinning around us. Five years... and the night ...

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