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Page 211 from Issue 80

implicit in the passage's historical allusion: if the child stands for the bomb, then ... the bomb again as we did "that once."16 In a ritual of mutual punishment and ... to punish the parents. Both are punished, because both are guilty. And we, as audience, participate ...
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Page 48 from Issue 96

afterwards... some­ time, that is, after they had worked together in the field hospitals of the army... and then ... mostly empty, at the time we're speaking of, and in fact had had one of its front porticos ... along the back wall, and some rather strange chairs, and then along the front wall was a line of what ...
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Of What Remains

Sara Nović
in the road. And then, when we were really tired and some thin wire inside us snapped, we laughed. It ... the sixth day, the smell consumes all thought. My father and I begin the old fights.          Other ...                      “We need to get rid of him.”                      “Don’t speak about your husband that way,” my ...
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Page 218 from Issue 82

"Aurora," was published in TQ #80. His essay, "The Bomb and the Baby Boom," also appeared ... have appeared in several books, including Our Chicago: Faces and Voices of the City (Chicago Review ... Press, 1987). He has produced several photographic stories for the Sun­ day magazines of the Chicago ...

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"Aurora," was published in TQ #80. His essay, "The Bomb and the Baby Boom," also appeared ... Younker's photographs have appeared in several books, including Our Chicago: Faces and Voices of the City ... (Chicago Review Press, 1987). He has produced several photographic stories for the Sun­ day magazines of ...
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Note on Hell

Alan Shapiro
and above us, making us all seem apparaitional to each other as we talked in low voices about what had ... Note on Hell Dublin, 1974   The car bomb had exploded not far from Trinity only a few days ... I means. He liked to tease me gently about my insouciant lack of faith, my Jewish heritage, and how we Jews ...
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Dark Harbor, Dark Point

R. D. Skillings
a silence."-translated by Stephen Kessler R. D. Skillings: Dark Harbor, Dark Point Once lost, the delights of virginity ... are never regained, though we have a hundred lovers. The anticipation that soon the mystery will be ... at Dark Harbor and we spent a June night there, consuming cigarettes and beer. Two barefoot sisters ...
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Page 111 from Issue 80

legs. "You are not here." Aurora's voice whispers of numbers, teeth gleaming ... hand reaches up, warm across the place where my face had been. "You have no voice ... time." The mouth moves, and I hear her voice-deeply, as if it murmured in my belly. "I cannot ...
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Page 194 from Issue 62

Thanks­ giving or the day after Pearl Harbor. The day after Pearl Harbor we all went wild, including Mr. ... in contact with some govern­ ment agency which had sworn her to secrecy. The most exciting day of our ... Hilda. And dropped the subject. If she ever visited the Baumanns in their new home we never heard about ...
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Page 118 from Issue 87

catching raisins in oatmeal. Then you hear for the first time the twittered pleasure of your comrades, ... pops again, again and you are speaking. You discover that until now you have had to concen­ trate too ... out of the air, out of the mesh of the other birds' cries, so that you are part of a speech ...

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