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Page 147 from Issue 59

danced herself to death!" Her glance seeks out Gillian, tender, bewildered, watchful. ... draws me back to confide, "Bon, guess what! I got into Secretarial. Next year I get to take ... darker blue, slyness cannot take hold. "Your mother says." "Yeah, well. My ...
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Page 125 from Issue 97

Page 125 from Issue 97 The Man from the Death Institute: A Selection N ovica T adic Translated ... bed-cauldron-bed one circular nightstand, beside it Little things over the gray floor strewn combs coils saws husks ... a dreadful squeeze united On the desk an open book the Manuscript and an angel's feather stuck in my ...
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Page 243 from Issue 96

or squatted stood stretched out his hand holding a paper cup on Walnut Chestnut 17th ISth 16th ... once bend with great gentleness over one swaddled in a filthy blanket say quiet words then take out ... hadn't done it and never would the basic dog-eat-dog that's-his-problem primitive survival mode ...
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Page 232 from Issue 80

Page 232 from Issue 80 her ability to give form to that vision-the growth of insight and expres­ ... she is barren. Like the unfertilized egg she resembles and like the menstruation she controls, the ... moon is an emblem of death-in-life and life-in-death-an emblem which not only embodies Plath's ...
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Page 19 from Issue 50

barium. The radiologist slams plates in and out of the machine. Bobby feels at death's door in ... are exquisite. You Fe fine. Good-bye." In the waiting room Bobby tells Marianne, ... on Union Square with delicatessen sandwiches and a bottle of red wine or, rather, Pagan Pink. They ...
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Water in the Blood

Megan Pillow
walked back and forth across the floor, naked, holding her belly, blood and amniotic fluid trailing the ... content to color at the table while she waits for eggs and bacon, but Sloane, as usual, is crying for food ... been waiting to share a link with him. The small, dark thing that lives in the pit of her stomach ...
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Page 41 from Issue 41

worms, plastic pink salmon eggs for the weed beds and stickups, spinners for the sloping clay points, the ... times-there is no crotch in this nightshirt; it falls from the collarbone straight to the floor, it covers his ... orange shag. Sandy has never been fishing without Tyler. He has had no reason to fish without Tyler. ...
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Not Mildred

Brandi Wells
burnt, to be crushed to death, to feel gravity pull her down and hold her in place, flattening her out ... never return, and they would both truly starve to death. It turns out to be as easy as anything she’s ... Imagine the violation. That would be better than dying in here—starving to death, she says. Ahhh! he says. ...
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Page 88 from Issue 73

Fall 1988
This is right she reprimands her husband Lyle of course the tree in the forest still is a tree and ... smitten wanted to protect you who sat there on edge of chair leaning forward rt. leg crossed over and ... wrapped from shinbone down behind left, rt. instep hooked behind left achilles tendon arms on table up to ...
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Page 127 from Issue 48

down. What do you want?" "Couple of soft-boiled eggs. Thanks." Patrick ... a soft-boiled egg in a little porcelain holder and they'd cover it with a knitted thing to keep the egg ... "That's the silliest thing I ever heard. I have no desire to see Europe." Patrick served the eggs ...

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