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Page 177 from Issue 42

She'd caught herself in time, because they didn't talk about Mr. Shumate when the boy was ... the knees down, streamed with brownish gray dirt. It took him a long time to get to where the water ... Page 177 from Issue 42 Mr. Shumate, who'd fixed the window early in the summer. ...
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Page 204 from Issue 132

played by the actor Ajit, emptied his bullets into the parents of three young boys who would be separated ... nor roots, nor the sweet whispers of childhood. Amay and I go back together a long time, as long as ... slippery, the wind a sheet of water in his eyes. He ran even when the big boys converged, when they stuck ...
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Page 106 from Issue 80

for a long time the voice within me, intent on the Ring, is silent. Then a slow number speaks itself. ... Page 106 from Issue 80 But if I could recall these words, hear them once again above the voice ... I follow, clamber, carom, climb up into spaces where ice is scant. And there, my limbs go sluggish. It is ...
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On Privilege

C. Dale Young
fields. The years rewind so easily for one who is a visitor in his own home. The sea silences these false ... rampant cane fields rife with disease, the ocean carrying only shells to the altar, a beach left to ... the cane fields, sitting beside an anthill, a young and foolish version of myself had once hid, ...
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Bearing Witness

DW McKinney
friends and watch each other’s kids in emergencies. Her oldest boys are half-Black, so she apologizes to ... me for all the ways she cannot raise her “big boys” with “nappy hair” because she is white. I think ... about her big boys and their hair that’s like mine. My instinct is to run my hands through their tight ...
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Page 394 from Issue 63

before, except this time he found flat space between a stone bank and a large fallen cottonwood trunk. He ... drumming suddenly, preparing himself at once to see the long empty sweep of snow and broken fence posts and ... of wet boughs under them. The boy got up and carved runnels across the packed snow to drain the ...
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Work

W. S. Di Piero
mysterious textured space that seemed to surround the men on my block as they went back and forth to work. To ... morning and restored them to us at day's end, a little transfigured by dust or grease, their ... hands smelling of borax, their breath sour with beer or whiskey. And around them was that aura. In the ...
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Page 112 from Issue 80

Page 112 from Issue 80 I remember our tour of the long room of tanks, the small pink masses that ... my face once was and almost I can smell, almost I can taste and feel the warmth there. Then her eyes ... revolves, and still I remember. * How long I will remember what Aurora has given me, I cannot say. Already ...
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Page 100 from Issue 104

him back so much that I could smell him in the air, hating him at the same time. It became a game ... "-Tim O'Brien I remember the face on the cover of Time. It was a British boy around ten years ... Page 100 from Issue 104 TRIQUARTERLY Time "My heart tells me to stop right here. ...

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