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Change wou'd mend me, & it has, a Bit; for tho' I know I have myself been cast ... but toucht my Arm, & sadly shook his Hedd. Mr Mountague jin'd us at the Bow; We was ... Page 144 from Issue 42 never touch her agayne; but in the next 8 Dais I watcht her wilt awaye, ...
who might read it, and then what if someone writes a really nasty response to my blog post?” Ah—I was ... critiqued in workshop discussion.   4. Each student was required to read other students’ blog posts and ... broke the contract.   My rationale, as stated in my syllabus, was as follows:   Public blogs provide ...
carriage moved upward. We remained at the top for a spell and Viviana moved close to me. My heart felt like ... "Hey babes, what do ya say?" Well, it wasn't much, but the girl next to Viviana lit ... was killing me. "What's your name, esal" Chicharr6n asked. ...
it down.” My father, who worked for decades for Southern California water districts, taught me and my ... Song of an Unsung Republic “The smart went west,” my grandmother liked to say. She and my ... grandfather left Kansas City when my mom was five and never looked back. My brother and sister-in-law, who ...
require special consideration, and that she was one of the brightest and most serious students Nora had ... ever taught and was eminently capable of holding her own against students with more formal training. It ... majority of students were matters of life and death for Patty. This is not to say that she read ...
writings.” Lemony Snicket’s piece, “Thirteen Observations made by Lemony Snicket while watching Occupy Wall ... Street from a Discreet Distance”   has been tweeted wildly; my favorite parts are numbers ten and eleven: ... professor and activist Cornell West—one of OWS’s most vocal supporters—who was arrested last Sunday: what ...
Spring/Summer 1991
Page 80 from Issue 81 my partner get rid of me. It wasn't easy this time either since ... Diane was so breezily oblivious to my real nature and was quite used to taking what she wanted from ... additional punctuation came the inevitable slamming of the door. For the next few days I spent much of my ...
so grateful for someone to talk to at night." Her palm was warm. She pressed his hand and ... The conversation flagged. There was a single lane carved out of the snow on I-80, and there were ... Page 65 from Issue 46 ander had attended Columbia Law School while Ned was an undergraduate, and ...
idea," she says in "Out of my Head," one of the first poems in this book, "is ... France, Italy and Spain and concerned with the reporting of surfaces, not the casting of spells. As in the ... cophagus shaped and painted like herself, an Egyptian girl 20,000 years old lay unwrapped to the ...
where she had tried to wipe it away, glistening red where it was fresh on her thighs. 80 Issue 66 page ... get gone," she said. "You aren't fit to kill me, old man." ... saw, and his stomach turned. Blood was what she showed him-dark and dried on the inside of her legs ...

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