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Page 96 from Issue 40

on the pedals, then drop one foot to the ground. The woman watched. "But you got to be ... was in motion, coming around the bottom turn by the cafeteria path; she wasn't watching where ... Page 96 from Issue 40 ing was occupying her. He looked at his watch. Two dollars, two­ fifty. Next ...
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Page 58 from Issue 99

could tell from looking at you." There was a mirror strung at an angle over the fireplace. ... I stood and walked over to it. I had already forgotten this face, this body. A small man, about fifty. ... suits, to cheap cig­ ars on a patio in a less fashionable suburb and commonplace medita­ tions over ...
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Page 97 from Issue 80

they do not want me to kill and so I don't ever anymore. I am finished with that. But I watch ... Page 97 from Issue 80 "Did you ever think there was a reason why you tried to talk to ... to be a woman and do the things that women are supposed to do. When that baby in you dies then there ...
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Page 85 from Issue 85

over there, though it looks like a shadow from here, where will it walk to when it wakes up? It will ... I see. There's treachery in everything... that was the path, wolf, the route that led me to ... can't run away, I have nowhere to go and I don't know whether you'll look me in the ...
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Page from Issue 9

"Providence is watching over us", said Diego, "and has sent the shepherd to prevent us going ... fellows don't look to me like a band of rascals". Then a woman's voice joined ... Page from Issue 9 ment and terrify me thus? what does he want? perhaps he really does hate me; and ...
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Page 43 from Issue 104

eyes that stare and stare and don't see me. What do I see? What do I see? You were swallowing. ... Testing it? This thing that had you by the throat? Over the river the moon was rising, alone and cold ... been waiting a long time, watching at the gate. David turned to Judith as soon as we got out of the ...
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Of What Remains

Sara Nović
you mean. So it is with us, that a woman can lose the one closest to her and still discuss the ... I run inside the rutted paths carved out by tank treads—they’re probably clear of mines. The languid ... with two cans of water, and my grandmother opens the front door, just enough, then locks it behind me ...
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Dancing the Beans

Janet Jennings
Dancing the Beans In Trinidad limber women danced a path of cocoa beans, do do petit cacao o hot ... Age for oligarchs. Swaying women calypsoed heaps of beans duba do cacao o to makeshift drums of bamboo ...
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Jirac and Sonya

George Chambers
might follow a straighter path. To die unregenerate is to die for eternity.... He wet himself and ... scepter clenched white beneath his knuckles. It began to rain. A spider crept across the man's ... forehead. Agnus Dei. Even now. I watched the rope twist on itself, wind and unwind, ache to a stop. The ...
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Page 532 from Issue 110-111

us to find a place within the whole, e.g., as mortals (hence not gods) upon the earth and beneath the ... sky. Or, if some other Ursprache were to hold sway, say Trakl's instead of ... a leprous path of slow destruction and mad­ ness. Or, to appeal to Rilke, we might see ourselves as ...

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