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Page 63 from Issue 80

Page 63 from Issue 80 The way the future used to sing to me when I was ten years old, I start to ... Where someone lingers at a window, staring at a nearly empty street Bordered by freight yards and ... night I had a dream in which the image of a long­ forgotten love Hovered over the city. No one could ...
Poetry

first-year immigration expenses

Yvanna Vien Tica
time to leave, stomach heavy with the knowledge we might never come home with pockets smelling of ... macarons. i leave the store with a lisp still feeling the empty spaces of my teeth, coins laughing in our ... pockets in the shape of a half-eaten baguette. iii. middle school spring. the whole school smells like ...
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Page 202 from Issue 135-136

least had a pretty empty feeling when he went to bed because the days were like grains of sand now ... dals walking between them on a Sunday morning and the boys running 202 Issue 135-136 page ... that came up in the family as when Rick, the older boy, said his bicycle had been stolen from the front ...
Blog

Occupy, Writers!

Gretchen Kalwinski
without the total dread) with which I've woken every morning for so long, the vertiginous sense that ... Gretchen Kalwinski Tuesday, October 25, 2011 Blog   I assume you’re up to speed on Occupy Wall ... and Northwestern faculty Gina Frangello and Stuart Dybek) who have publicly declared support for the ...
Fiction

The heart of his act

Scott Johnson
Sunday morning, the midway was empty. The refuse of Saturday night flapped limply in the wind, like hands ... a boy, his father dragging him from the trailer to the sideshow. The other barkers, already at work, ... their own, and his son as that halfway person who is not a carny and not a child to be lured. The ...
Nonfiction

A South in Sound: A Photo Essay

Tiffany Austin
underneath.  On the drive back, I stop to ask the young boys, “Who attends the church nearby, Where were its ... theirs—the boys who nod, who always show some nakedness, making the jewelry they wear more pronounced?  One ... boys and drinking beer out of mason jars when we arrived to listen to blues singer Willie King sing ...
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Page 271 from Issue 48

was it four?-years earlier. His music was related to a time now characterized as "long ... who had tapped the phone lines and wired in the recording. Next morning, Teresita Lavadie awoke at ... the light switch. Teresita shrugged and went to sleep. She thought she could hear the violin of an old ...
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Page 10 from Issue 57-1

something else, too, which we forgot about a long time ago. I am free and alone. Being alone is a small ... so I'll light up another cigarette. On an empty stomach. Here comes the end of my world. ... plant had again gotten into the water main by mistake. And then I suddenly became aware that no one had ...
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Page 107 from Issue 80

Page 107 from Issue 80 emptiness here, my horizon opens: space is everywhere. It seems to open ... silence is harrowing. The light is merciless. The transparency of space appalls me. BeIC'w, ... has started to clamor. With an effort, I swivel the long-range camera forward. At the limits of ...

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