I make myself schedules, breaking down my commute to its most elemental parts and assigning each leg of ... my journey something different to absorb: podcast, Instapaper article, real novel of real worth, real ... believe that having a smartphone in her pocket (a very expensive piece of equipment she is fortunate to be ...
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my odors, my juices." She shook his shoulders to make him remember his words. "You ... my legs." She grabbed his shirt, the lapels of his jacket, to remind him of what he had ... Page 99 from Issue 82 shoulders and shook out her hair and just as she did, the clown turned. ...
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compromise their sleeping arrangements, not about to wrinkle their tailored suits by sleeping in them. They ... invisibility. Lying on my back, observing this display of bare leg and bare buttock, I was reminded of Meg and ... and not inexplicably either. I'd taken- stolen- a ten-dollar bill from my mother ...
Page 229 from Issue 80 Monday night, FebTU4ry 24. Weary, work not done, week scarcely begun: such ... walk. Will my legs be sturdy? ••• Friday afternoon, March 2B.... Saturday I groaned, took pellets of ... herself. In the passage that follows it is a rage against her husband in which a small incident takes on ...
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Brunswick," F, 26: 256-61 McCarriston, Linda "Billy," "My Mother's Chair: ... 81: 201-4 "The Creeks," "Elm Street, October 1977," P, 99: 105-7 ... McCarthy, Gerald "The hooded legion," P, 59: 120 (rep. 63: 626) "Against the ...
Page 108 from Issue 80 I am plagued by double vision. My cameras, compelled, seek ice. They are ... through the tumbling ice, in the spaces between the words, I remember, and I watch for the other I saw. ... against the stars of Virgo. Past Spica it flashes, tumbling faster now. An arm is waving in my direction; ...
saw, and his stomach turned. Blood was what she showed him-dark and dried on the inside of her legs ... Page 80 from Issue 66 be a box of shells and a narrow yellow carton of cleaning materials, and ... "I want you off my property," Seth said. His mouth tasted bitter, like stale coffee. ...
the wood that sleeps. 23 Issue 80 page ... Page 23 from Issue 80 Five Poems Daryl Hine Woodcuts: Au bois dormant There are worse materials ...
Page 7 from Issue 80 Three Poems Charles o. Hartman Anthem I remember Bird, I remember Clifford, ... deed I do. So what? I want to be Where you are. I remember you. 7 Issue 80 page ... I remember Django. I remember you. Says my heart, What is this thing Called love? My foolish heart. People ...
Page 109 from Issue 80 course angles steeply down and as it dives into the Ring I know. I know why ... the status of your tanks. Feel hunger, feel thirst, feel the ice around you sleeping, see it fall. ... sinking, dwindling on the other side, until in a moment it will hang against the stars as if it knows a way ...
