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Page 23 from Issue 77

Winter 1989/90
the words, spoken in a very low voice, escape me. Then X., a writer-editor, interrupts our meeting, ... signal to leave. But instead he asks me questions about myself and my work. And we discuss his plans. ... not two fanaticisms but three, four, five- each torn apart by the others. We talk about Spain and he ...
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Page 78 from Issue 92

Winter 1994/95
surprised how many childhoods each of us has. Which is why the voices we hear can confuse us. For instance, ... & hot in there. Nothing personal, she tells me. One day the wind will cull through my thoughts, ... giftedly naive. I believe you can help me. I know you, & some silence has been broken. 78 Issue 92 ...
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Page 223 from Issue 21

remain faithful. We survive the sea and the great silences. Under God and the blue sky we share all we ... word is our breath, we share, we survive the woods that are gone where the redmen went hearing the rain ... our work and our bread. Amana. The voice within each of us speaks 2 In the turning of wood or habit of ...
Fiction

The Men on the Fence

Claire Polders
migration, hoping that while some get caught, others will make it through. A shot is fired. Then another. ... like birds on a wire. They are present every day, from the moment the boy opens his shutters in the ... He is alone, as usual. There are no other kids in the hotel, or he hasn’t seen any, and he operates ...
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Page 161 from Issue 80

and Jacques Derrida have been the important voices. My reader will no doubt wonder what this now ... someone with impeccably cosmopolitan credentials. American intellec­ tuals of our day are in no way so ... Page 161 from Issue 80 between the two world wars, Ortega lost much of his domestic following when ...
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The Wrecking Ball

Elle Pedri
then gave him his receipt before holding her open phone before him. “My brother, would you please do me ... might cook after we hear the sounds? Please, help yourself to some Fanta.” They sat down side by side, ... speak with the house owner. “Sorry to say, Ma’am, but those people are dead. Old man and his wife, they ...
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Page 187 from Issue 64

belly, and then we may speak to some point here." "My belly is not nervous, Comrade ... unceasing cold. And then Comrade Volunteer Ma, my clerk, says, "I try to remember not to spit, ... day begins." Comrade Guard-Escort Hong trembles. It is necessary to say some­ thing to put ...
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Page 22 from Issue 44

Ki-manche, my son?" "There was a half-breed fellow at school that taught me some ... phrase. "Hear the wisdom of this youth, my people!" Stonepecker said in his deep voice ... in silence. A crying baby was shushed. The war chief said, in Ki-manche, "This wapto is very ...
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Both and Yet Neither

B. Pietras
the trees, something awful swelling in my gut, and then I was cursing the other boy’s name. I said ... we could, my sister and I slipped away to her room to try some on. I draped a yellow blanket over my ... world—and, most especially, from other boys.  I also knew that time was running out. If my voice didn’t break ...
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The Amana Colonies

Ken Smith
attractions". 1 Fortitude, endurance, amana: remain faithful. We survive the sea and the great silences. Under ... hands on the new turned land. Amana-the word is our breath, we share, we survive the woods that are gone ... to Interstate 80: "one of the midwest's most historic and recent ...

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