80 Four Poems Joanna Anos Green Street I had known the man, in a bar in southern Illinois, ... dance-floor stage. I was new to the scene. I took the twenties when tucked in my palm, slipped in my back ... pocket with a squeeze let me buy you, breath warm and liquor-sweet, a drink at the bar. One night he ...
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Page 204 from Issue 80 20. Juan Francisco Guevara, Argentina y su sombra (Buenos Aires: Edicion ... see my essay "Translating the Unspeakable" in Open Magazine (Westfield, NJ), #5, ... Putnam, 1979), pp. 88-89. 43. Ibid., p. 89. 44. In interviews, Barth had baldly professed his allegiance ...
[Tenderly) Let me give you some more tea, Godfather. (pp. 179-80) If these lines are performed as I think ... Page 141 from Issue 80 by allowing her to speak a truth so unintentionally understated as to be ... samovar has fallen perceptibly. ELENA ANDREEVNA: Never mind, Ivan Ivanovich, we'll drink it cold. ...
if I could draw them out from behind their u-v filter, slide away the health spectrum, leave them ... black and white, they'd hear the tale of my trip to America and dismiss it in none of the adult ... dropped it until Monday night and then Lorna seemed deliberately to have stayed upstairs packing my bag ...
lap and her hands in my hair like rain on the roof and, my God, my little wee wee was stiff, and it ... was stiff now, too! It was what I'd prayed for, shame like a thermal inversion, the 80 Issue ... Page 80 from Issue 26 on crack trains, at the carpeted turnings of stairs, and once in a taxi and ...
Page 80 from Issue 53 hard times. You're only fifty-two. You don't yet even need ... take it over, sir. For this I care nothing, though should you desire it J would stay at the forge till ... make no precedence in love. Biology has no claims on it. You shall have to decide between ...
It's all and nothing like. Something else: a cool sweep of air I felt the moment you walked in and ... unseen, one room away, but for the brazen sun-sleeve cast across my rug from the door you meant to close. ... Careening, famished, cupboard to fridge, you reach me here 46 Issue 80 page ...
unbroken noodle of booger out of the other side. He'd wipe some of the mucus on your neck if you ... painted phosphorescent white. "I'll teach you to swim sometime if you want," ... didn't duck quick. I learned well. A week after the zoo expedition I did it expertly when I thought my ...
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Page 80 from Issue 100 TRIQUARTERLY trying to sympathize, no doubt, although my conduct, and the ... of its penetration. I taught them that Ugliness could ring out the diapason of Beauty. I did not ... I poked up my head, out of the usual slough, and saw, my students thought I had charisma. People dressed ...
Page 154 from Issue 80 do so. Here Voinitsky behaves as if he were a fictional character whose ... yet it is also weirdly appropriate because, after all, Voinitsky is a fictional char acter, although ... he does not know it. When Voinitsky returns firing his gun, Chekhov's metatheatrical at ...
