mother who he lost sight of, ages ago, in the push-pull of currents and tides— some who stay, some who ... that could pull her like gravity, was that she was his mother. As he watched her go under, all he could ... spot them by their vacant dreaming eyes, by the way they wither into early old age, hobbled with ...
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answered him: "Because they don't have any self-doubt, no anxiety about their ... motives." Then he had said something that surprised them both. "They&;#039;re radicals. People ... like that will end up trying to put the rest of us in concentration camps." He drove downtown ...
third-party content." After the popular success of his serial parody on Twitter, Dan Sinker donated ... Consider this: 'Were I to dream of paradise, and in that dream someone handed me a flower, and on ... afternoon in Evanston. Tags: digital media, social networking, chapbooks, metaphor, Twitter, Dan Sinker, ...
Fall 1983
our lives spared, our bodies still intact. I still have a pocket full of lethal rocks. I& ... Page 180 from Issue 58 This sets Chambers off and he runs clear back to Tabish's alley, ... is really built; clearly he is strong enough to kill us all. At the edge of the road he stops and ...
Fall 1997
con' sumed in ashes. Deep-sleeping Peter bound to the bodies of his two sleeping watchdog sentinels was ... Page 57 from Issue 100 TRIQUARTERLY Armstrong's birthday-and hours of enchanting reading ... twittering lips. And you realize you are still clothed in your Sunday best, because of the tribute at the ...
Spring/Summer 1998
A blank dreams do their best to fill, or smashing like a fist, her lack maneuvers nightly to make itself ... more space. As if room for grieving were only found between the cracks of our continuing campaign to ... inward, and shrinkingly embrace our dear ones, cherish all the more our version of the life lost by just ...
(Last scene of "The Dead.") In my dreams the lost places grow enormous, childhood ... L.A. now. The headmaster's house built for a short man, little squat pillars. Finally started ... permanent-spring evening, the two stone steps, the Haverford library... And it's only when I get home ...
high-rise apartment houses, it has lost all its individuality. Many of Andreenko's land scapes ... various planes. In its essence tbis work betrays a certain restlessness,&;quot; This restlessness is ... the painter's manner that came about in the nineteen-forties: What bad been embryonic and ...
wisdom with the hunchbacked floor sweeper, "The human body needs very little; it's the ... When she lost her job she discovered plants. "Botany, I," she crinkled her nose at my ... Page 50 from Issue 45 margarine were words-untouched notches on our ration cards. The portions of ...
