Page 255 from Issue 80 the honesty, the commoner. My knees hurt from my life and playing soccer- ... not that I see Lincoln splashing with his kids in the Potomac. Lord knows where his dead son led him. ... The long first sentence is, of course, a grammatically complex one, but it is so simply aligned along ...

your each cell with all the sweetness that you hold from me, so I might know instead the fitful aspic ... on to you and burning sword above it turning every way I turn. 79 Issue 80 page ... Page 79 from Issue 80 Prayer on the Temple Steps Devious guide, strange parent, what are you but ...

Page 80 from Issue 46 speaking with a woman who had long, painted fingernails. This woman owned an ... extraordinary ebony and enamel figurine of a slave boy. It stood beside her fireplace mantel and was taller than ... Girard. I was told that it was an antique. The boy's eyeballs and teeth were of a white stone, ...

a stove, with unidentifiable blots ostensibly sizzling in the pan; the Tripoli Hotel, Tripoli-a hall with ... Let's go through his suits. Blue suit: nothing. Blue suit two: nothing. Black suit: nothing in the outer ... a piece of paper, with a local phone number (zoom) with an S above it, a pack of matches (Aeroflot), ...

Page 134 from Issue 99 TRIQUARTERLY has a sweatshirt printed with the name of a product he does ... not own, will drop out at sixteen, father children, fall in police action, or live on embittered and ... bored, because he is not, like the cat slinking under the blue Accord, or the mockingbird who flies up ...