don’t read too many unapologetically beautiful women like the ones in my stories is that as girls we are ... Some authors write every possible word and cut, while others write the bare bones then flesh a story ... not least of all because it has been so good for my writing (and my psyche). Here are some crucial ...
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his mother to seek Ishmael and Hagar for a reconciliation-so are we to impugn his moral cowardice? Or ... Page 258 from Issue 80 path: the mythic metaphor of the shapely mind, wandering like Eury dice at ... other words, delicate and peripheral. More specifi cally, the female self either abandoned or soon to ...
he speaks of his wife, he dies. The invasion will go forward, that day and the next, under ... along in support of his advance party, who have got too far ahead of the rest and are meeting the first ... Colonel Brooke: Prevost says bum, burn; I will take Fort McHenry (the harbor, alas, is blocked with ...
We know how an immense grim cloud appeared on Europe's horizon one day, then drooped and ... neomythic or some such killer thing. Then a cloudy veil of soothing symbols will close again like the great ... shroud of the sea, a luminously impenetrable metaphor. Queequeg's vast silence is lost. Starbuck ...
that was handed out at lunchtime in my schoolbag and bring it home for Momoko. But some days all I had ... in Apt. 2, just on the other side of a blanket partition. Holding my father’s arm, Sachie crossed the ... twelve, fifteen, twenty hours—into the next day? In a quiet moment one afternoon, my aging mother told me ...
a little prayer that we learned as children, and then I say all sorts of other things, confusedly, ... is. We sit down to wait till the little light goes green and the well-known voice begins to speak. The ... full of love, on our last day. Very cautiously I slide the first album across the papers that my ...
acclimatized! like it! Bombs'll Pasteurize others, but crush us; we got jungle racewar, night ... you in my stead? We're already on our way! Bugger Fish is here, driving. Please excuse ... green bravery. She digresses tor some few more lines, then turns again to recapitulation.]... The body ...
strength in my arms on ice. My thoughts are slow, and the edge of them dull. But I climb. The voice ... I vent, violently, my tanks in a shining cloud, and the surge of it lifts me still higher. The voice is ... shocked into silence. I wonder if I have broken it. I wonder if I am free. My cameras return to my ...
using Twitter’s Retweet button versus typing “RT” interests me because it emphasizes how new rules of ... Karen Zemanick Monday, June 6, 2011 Blog First, I have a couple tangents related to my thoughts ... help you stop multitasking all day, called “The Mindfulness App.” Finally, a friend writes that he’s ...
wonderful balloons Rising straight into the sky, on an August day. 61 Issue 80 page ... Page 61 from Issue 80 Rage that lets them remain alive. And I can hear them In the lyrics of ... can bring them back to me, Or let me speak to them again. I sit here mulling over moments With the ...
