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Page 80 from Issue 109

Vincenzo lifted a pewter bell from a low table and shook it. He then pulled a straight-backed chair to ... in the recesses of the public gardens and from the look of their organs--dark and reptilian, not ... Page 80 from Issue 109 TRIQUARTERLY at the cracks where the brown showed through. Old shoes, ...
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Vanishing Acts

Catherine Jagoe
first morning light, day after day. It weaves in and out of my dreams like an obsession. Now I look ... forward to it, feel pleasure at knowing who is uttering it. So when I realize, one day in mid-August, that ... look like? sound like? What are their names? * Driving back from the swimming pool, I stop at ...
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Page 135 from Issue 64

said that ugly English word she never explained in class, and turned bright as hibiscus. Miss was ... reach the knot behind fell like tiny snakes on her cheeks. When angry she was like hibiscus after rain. ... "Miss Tomato," the students would say to each other, but Ruzi never saw her that color. Ruzi ...
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Page 40 from Issue 73

Fall 1988
it's Pippi," they would say, and she would insist on "Adelaide" and then she ... subtropical­ the hibiscuses and night-blooming jasmines and flaming eucalypti that flourished around their ... couches in farmhouses without farms, would rise from their televisions to greet her shyly. "Why, ...
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Page 127 from Issue 114

cover, giddy as an air hose infatuated with its own flatulence. Someone had handed him a five-dollar ... Page 127 from Issue 114 Speaking of which... who hasn't been someone else in another ... life? Not Eduardo, who always was and always will be. "I Yam What I Yam," he yokes, ...
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Page 33 from Issue vol5-no1

unbelievable." "What is?" "Why, the way it looks, as if.... " But how it ... looked she did not say. Katherine turned from the unusual sight of her aunt's somewhat astounded ... mascara-laden tears. Kath­ erine noticed that some burrs still stuck to her pale blue hose. "It was so ...
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Page 261 from Issue 133

where it meets the foundation, their sticky, sloppy webs have multiplied until they look like one ... And yet it evokes poetry. Passions. The stuff that makes me feel like, somewhere below the strata, ... I have a daughter to raise. A committed spouse who is at his wits' end. And now that my ...
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Page 161 from Issue 114

brings a bronze ablution bowl first to the chief who washes his face, then rinses his mouth, spits, and ... When their lord died, a huge sahirra dakhma (the witch who rules the slavegirls) set them wailing as ... to which they offer things to bless their trade. This was all I saw of their piety or conscience. ...
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Page 110 from Issue 106

Fall 1999
the diners also pause, the knives, the forks, motionless in their hands. Off comes-it is like a St. ... Page 110 from Issue 106 TRIQUARTERLY silver dome upon a silver platter. How it gleams and glows! ... It seems to capture every stray beam of light. Now, to my surprise Ellenbogen-only the small square ...
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Page 102 from Issue 124

U.S. Cavalry Indian fighters who'd come to seek their fortunes in the mines did a good amount ... delirium tremens. Local lore has it that when the beloved McDonald was mayor of Ruby, his saloon was used ... trappers selling beaver and bear skins passed through town, as did farmers who brought their truck of ...

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