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Page 40 from Issue 134

to the floor. CROW It's not that your mother didn't love you. She loved you very ... you'll never find your way out... there's another world that parallels our own, and to a certain ... definitely a risky business. KAFKA Sort of like Hansel and Gretel. OSHIMA Right-just like them. The forest ...
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Page 108 from Issue 51

We sit side by side looking at the floor. She picks up the jacket and holds it up to her neck, ... purse on the floor. "Let me show you something." She hands me a snapshot, old and ... laughing. She hands me another picture, this one even older, with those pinked borders snapshots used to ...
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Page 48 from Issue 88

eyes so glassy and fixed, those eyes that sleep shall never shut, that death shall never close. 48 ... Page 48 from Issue 88 Two tears the size of crystal eggs bulged from the eyes of the quartermas­ ... middle of the boiling ocean. Down in the hold, on their bunks in the sick bay, lay the two culprits, ...
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Page 80 from Issue 118

Winter 2004
Page 80 from Issue 118 Kimiko Hahn Cyanopsitta Spixi i All the skins left of the cobalt-blue macaw ... evidence a death in captivity: its history usurped by farmers and trappers among the trees of inland ... male was left in those forests. Attempts to foster regeneration by introducing a once-captive female ...
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Page 214 from Issue 92

Winter 1994/95
egg. My son says that the beak poked through the egg and the beak opened and the beak crowed. My son ... cock-a-doodle-do means that the chick is a rooster, only roosters can crow, he says. For one hour and fifty-six ... pok­ ing its head out of an egg, breaking the egg apart, spreading its wings, flapping and falling and ...
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Page 40 from Issue 104

Page 40 from Issue 104 TRIQUARTERLY In real life you wait. And in real death. Your name was called ... somber verdict. A Firing Squad you could face, and never mind the blindfold. Philosophy, The Man says, is ... your little smile, the last cigarette twittering on your lip. But all your ironic detachment was no ...
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Cynapositta Spixii; Heteralocha Acutirostris; Xenicus Longpipes

Kimiko Hahn
forests. Attempts to foster regeneration by introducing a once-captive female were never successful: the ... Cynapositta Spixii; Heteralocha Acutirostris; Xenicus Longpipes Print Pages:  Page 80 from Issue ... 118 Kimiko Hahn Cyanopsitta Spixi i All the skins left of the cobalt-blue macaw evidence a death in ...
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Page 124 from Issue 10

Page 124 from Issue 10 First snow in all the feats of the snow there is not one speckled egg ... everyone uncovers his head the bedding is washed, the last desperate crow thrashes in its thickets on the ... before this all the alleys examined the pearls of spit the curbs gave up their last feathers to the ...
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Page 34 from Issue 34

a gelatinous pellet which liquefied quickly in the pan. Then while still holding the pan above the coals with ... an egg into the cup. Then she slid the egg into the pan, where it congealed in an instant as she ... dark bread, brushing one with mayonnaise, the other with marrow and paprika, then slipped the egg, its ...
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Page 238 from Issue 80

Page 238 from Issue 80 also a sacrificial death, and the poem presents the paradox of menstrua­ ... wall"). On one level, the poem can be read as if spoken by the spirit of the unfertilized human egg. The ... Eros and Death, between the instinct of life and the instinct of destruction, as it works itself out in ...

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