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Page 40 from Issue 124

a hun­ dred years ago--these can be preserved. The occasional ink blot in the Homicide Books, when the ... stayed long enough to notice that the 1929 Illinois Crime Survey among its r 500 pages included an ... answer to a shout for help, the pen is put down for a moment, leaving a blot to protest the interruption ...
Poetry

Anthem; Analogue; Extraordinary Instruments

Charles O. Hartman
say it Over and over again; it's the talk Of the town. Who knows? How am I To know? How about ... you? In your own Sweet way, you don't know what Love is, what a difference A day made, ... Washington Square? Somewhere over the rainbow? Back In your own backyard, on Broadway, Tuxedo Junction, my ...
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Page 141 from Issue 36

confirm my aberrant refusal, and she echoes the negative, her headset on, blotting out whatever is playing ... acronym, and she jubilantly finds within it more toiletries, akin to those in the pure-pure rear cubicle ... with an exquisitely tapered diphthong, an orchestration all her own of the rounded vowel, that makes ...
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Page 54 from Issue 80

a language wholly their own; through my hair your voice was wind. Far off a siren howled and died. In the ... Page 54 from Issue 80 Questions of Love Why in the darkened alleyway did we choose to grope for ... light intent on our protection. There, in that narrow, gravel lane down along the shallows of my spine ...
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Page 191 from Issue 99

ripples to waves. It gritted on my teeth like dirty linoleum tile. But, for it all, for all the faces that ... howled from within this iron setup, I sometimes rea­ soned I had a jump of my own: I felt like ... UNITS." I peeked over the top of my cube's ledge. I wanted to make sure I got it right. Sure ...
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Page 156 from Issue 80

Page 156 from Issue 80 for having lived our lives so stupidly and insipidly" (p. 222). He ... I sat down, closed my eyes-just like this-and I thought: will those who come after us in a hundred or ... Thank you for that. That was well said. (pp. 174-75) In her own way, Marina cautions Astrov against ...
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Page 260 from Issue 80

HERE FOR 75 YEARS And though the language was my own I found it difficult to read through such a thick ... Page 260 from Issue 80 some mad striptease of art, tell all, embarrass everyone, even the dog and ... bring the gossip hounds to sniff the ruins, the mess I made of it all. She would like, we infer, to be ...
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Page 62 from Issue 29

Cambridge's lips on her own scream, but heard instead the brisk accommodation of steel to flesh, and saw Pippa ... a change, to set my own lands in order. The pains had now shot to my arms and I found these limbs a great ... like a pen drawing ink. In the night I would return to find her shattered beyond repair with her own ...
Craft Essay

American Salvage

Cheryl Reed
Salvage in my hands for the discount price of $9.99. I pressed “buy.” It was the first time I had ever ... specifically asked if my book was available on Kindle, I had to say no. “Oh, your publisher must not think it ... it was: my book on Kindle. I felt relieved: my book was deemed Kindle-worthy. But what about the ...
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Page 7 from Issue 80

Who knows? How am I To know? How about you? In your own Sweet way, you don't know what Love ... own backyard, on Broadway, Tuxedo Junction, my state, my Kansas, my home? I hear America singing; the ... Page 7 from Issue 80 Three Poems Charles o. Hartman Anthem I remember Bird, I remember Clifford, ...

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