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Page 80 from Issue 95

Winter 1995/96
Page 80 from Issue 95 TRIQUARTERLY poetry. I know you can discover much of that reading ... like it; it reconfirmed my belief in the power and beauty of poetry in the face of the worst life can ... I think it was in the Village Voice, in which a woman wrote that one of my poems from 7 Years from ...
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A Little Bird Told Me

Morgan Kayser
sure didn’t like to hear it. When she pined after other men—the grocery store manager, the postman, the ... didn’t speak out loud, it turned into a bird. When she had a lot of thoughts, the birds would build up ... and chirp and twitter and peck at the sides of her skull to be let out. They gave her terrible ...
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Page 135 from Issue 58

Fall 1983
roots should go up to the Dragon Table. When it came to selecting a butcher, the people chose the snake ... mountain high against your older brother who will serve the Golden Crown? What you did amounts to throwing ... the tip of his cock, which would tickle her inside. Mention of the mole drew laughter from the ...
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Page 74 from Issue 112

Fall / Winter 2002
leaves, our carpet a melody of toucan feathers, each night we'd drain thick resin into cups to ... share with our ghosts, from cones we'd make a box spring (see below): 10101010101010101010 ... Antonio­ Saturday: Westside Mission Flea Market, it's hard to see with a dust storm brewing: the ...
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Page 196 from Issue 116

Summer 2003
Page 196 from Issue 116 Not the man walking away. My mother says throw more snow but ... I can't help thinking There is more to being than erasure. You are wrong she says. You don't wear ... Artificial resin and acrylic on synthetic fabric, 1991. Issue 116 page ...
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Page 191 from Issue 46

forearms tremble as a pine limb flared, and waiting for the rooting hoglike sound which never came. There ... in his sleep, thought: which window is this I am watching from? Then he was awake and the fire was ... he seared the wound. The next morning, when Darby asked, he told her it had only been a test. ...
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Page 80 from Issue 90

sickroom window-now I can't get the smell out of my nose, I think it's coming off of me, ... in, I think it's that latter, like something at the roots feeding, the gopherous soul, anyway ... Page 80 from Issue 90 TRIQUARTERLY every day over a lifetime if I could, toothless and weak and ...
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Page 125 from Issue 17

pedantry it aims at, can be placed. We find them in the Cambridge which Nabo­ kov attended as an ... than it is to throw light on its sources and fabric. We need really detailed study of the quality and ... Ada, as well as the Augustan mock-epic pastiche in Pale Fire, seem to have precise roots in Russian ...
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Page 226 from Issue 125

The woman they know bakes pastries and throws parties. She listens to grief because she can, because ... Gold cone flowers mark midsummer. Anemone's second bloom means a neighbor pruned its first ... it doesn't scare her. She thumbs her nose at her own bleakness. What she knows is Autumn Sun ...
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Page 12 from Issue vol3-no1

power lines went down; My giant oak was cleft from crown to root With a single detonation; vesper green ... firmament of stars And space which in its own time, not in ours, Outlaws the music of the tuneful day; ... Page 12 from Issue vol3-no1 Was it a Voice? Was it a voice in the woods, on the river bank Last ...

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