the WHO, the CDC, and the ad hoc UN Research Team (UN-RT) have determined that the “contagion” was not ... comfort. One need only think of the medieval images of the Dance of Death that circulated on Twitter nearly ... one holding a stack of papers folded in three, looked me in the eye and asked me, “Will you be born ...
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about your readership? What do you hope for them? SM: I certainly hope readers will fall into one of ... reading her story. I read mostly for comfort, I think, to climb into someone else’s mind that is flawed in ... certainly not in her own mind. I noticed how characters around her were changing (her boyfriend, her mom, ...
"Jest you?" Her eyes hunted around the room for something to give the baby. All she could see ... a small liquid sound and its mother shifted her head enough to look at it. She pulled the old petticoat ... softly began to sing a barroom song as she rocked. Her eyes crept to the window where she had earlier ...
inspiration, but isolation is not good in this respect. I am not writing poetry about isolation,” she said, ... Foreign Minister Radek Sikorski said on Twitter that her death was an "irreparable loss to ... Poland's culture." Ms. Szymborska “looks at things from an angle you would never think of looking at ...
a conscious wish for death: "And I I Am the arrow, I I The dew that flies / Suicidal, at one with the ... Page 238 from Issue 80 also a sacrificial death, and the poem presents the paradox of menstrua ... wall"). On one level, the poem can be read as if spoken by the spirit of the unfertilized human egg. The ...
fluent in; I think I am talking about English, but I am also talking about something else... a structure ... sense of narrative also began to change. It is not always easy or convenient to welcome shifts in ... interested in these shifts as the mode of address always changes. TQ: Can you talk about any practices, ...
the eyes. My dear brazen Marya- She stared, blinked, felt a wave of faintness rise in her: a knowledge ... knowing what she did, pressed her face against the sleeve of one of Fein's tweed coats. She ... to sleep that night. In her cell of a room. In her narrow bed. And now she could not resist the ...
not thought of that. Besides, he has the car keys. Hers are in her purse. Which is locked in the car. ... it is not actually voiced-maybe he has grown tired of her and has elected this admittedly uncommon ... around a big city with out her name and address and a few dollars. This is not Argus County, where the ...
"You didn't really ex pect breakfast, did you?" "Guess not ... Page 158 from Issue 99 TRIQUARTERLY white guy, decades older than me, set his tray on the table. ... I sliced at my pancake with a small, plastic Spork. The old guy didn't say a thing. One side of my ...
determine one's level of incorruption. One purity test option begins with "had ... hallucinatory reverie that extricates her speaker from past identities and fleshly indentures: "I am ... too pure for you or anyone" (53). But it is an ascent, not an answer. In "Lady ...
