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Page 192 from Issue 36

stealthily. For I have tracked her down. To the one place where, though most visible, she most needs not to be ... Page 192 from Issue 36 Fanny feigns, or feels, dramatic disgust, rolls her eyes, steps away from ... disgusted, snaps, in her hybrid grammar, "This car is your car is it you ...
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Page 287 from Issue 60

Chicago
stand up to adjust herself. As she rises, she smoothes her dress and remarks, "Maybe they have ... some 'big cat' steaks in this week." I am rising and continue to rise, to ... knife in one hand and a scratching, clawing, scrawny village cat in the other. The sun is in his eyes ...
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Page 325 from Issue 63

use both eyes and staring, as one should not, into the moon at full. I'm amazed; ... cabin, setting one muslin-wrappered wad alongside an outsize eclair. I have taught her how to play ... she's not. We're there. We're here. The one country has become the other. All is ...
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Distortion

Amanda Krupman
the way with saltwater, and in her case, it provided no escape. * I am often unsure whether I am numb ... fashioning myself a Sontag stripe, but I am not ready to go from black to gray, or even gleaming white—to ... another, and then another, and then one more. What I mean to say is that she did not drink to taste. III. ...
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Forest Garnet's First Journey to the Spirit World

Philip E. Simmons
something frightening, you must not flee. You must run up and touch it. You must do that or one day soon you ... twittered pleasure of your comrades, feeding on velvet air, and effortlessly catch one over the shoulder, ... that you scoop water in your bill to wash the flies down your throat. As you rise to feel the cool air ...
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Page 75 from Issue 36

Some day you knew you might catch him not breathing at all. Late that night, long after Uncle Frank and ... Not strange she sneaked in his room. Often did that, talking late in the night when no one else knew. ... One A.M. he let himself be awakened, because that was the agreement. She sat beside him on the bed, ...
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Page 237 from Issue 80

what am I" expresses her powerlessness in the grand biological design. ... Page 237 from Issue 80 "Purdah" and "Lady Lazarus." These are ... all confident poems of self­ renewal and rebirth. Letters to her mother and brother on October 25 are ...
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Sing, Circle, Leap: Tracing the Movements of the American Lyric Essay

Sayuri Matsuura Ayers
shifted; its music, undeniable. Why, when I read her prose, did my breath quicken, and my chest throb as if ... ideas, to show a shift in thinking.” An essay, at its heart, is an exploration of truth, a straddling of ... Water, where syntax carries not only the rhythm and sound of her prose, but also its emotional intensity. ...
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Page 31 from Issue 99

her it was hopeless. "And what do you think would happen if 31 Issue 99 page ... of her breast like a prize. "You were sleeping with your head in that laundry ... was, on the leather, bound pad she always carried. Linda shook her head. "Have you missed your ...
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Page 37 from Issue 117

Fall 2003
Page 37 from Issue 117 wanted to cry, but instead I said, "So, have you heard the one ... great. (Emma sees Black man, in same area as before.) He's beautiful. But not that so pretty you ... their obvious lack of melanin, are not unlike me... for I too am clad in the appropriate shade of ...

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