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Page 137 from Issue 67

Fall 1986
turning a corner on a mountain path he encounters a boulder among fallen rock. He can pray, kiss the ... knuckles of the barmaid serving vodka, call "Thank you! Thank you!" in the wake of dust ... from the landowner's carriage, weep in gratitude for another son beneath the inky dome of the ...
Poetry

Gratitude: A Folk Tale

Morton Marcus
obstruction enters his throat, as if turning a corner on a mountain path he encounters a boulder among fallen ... you!" in the wake of dust from the landowner's carriage, weep in gratitude for another son ... beneath the inky dome of the star-splotched sky, but when she hands him his caftan or serves him soup, the ...
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Page 154 from Issue 55

(Happily wasps are sizzling, total war over a muddy pool.) Nearby the sea sprawls, an incurable complaint. ... Worse than gypsies we, our path rutted far past recognition, rove about, yet like sands tumbled, by the ... a wren, building its nest in our runted catalpa tree, savors the ensolacings of its trill (boughs once ...
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Page 152 from Issue 42

island is washed in night after the generator shuts down. For another, the path is narrow, not much used. ... If you step off the path you run the risk of snapping an ankle in the ruts dug by the stone crabs or ... of touching down on the carcass of a bird or lizard, sharp plumage, wet meat. The Canadian woman was ...
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Page 120 from Issue 109

didn't say a word." "Yeah, but that's what bothers me." He swayed ... you didn't hit me," Austin said, starting to fall back a step, plotting a path ... Page 120 from Issue 109 TRIQUARTERLY ple of rejects were slumped over the bar and a fifty ish ...
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Page 142 from Issue 49

Fall 1980
conference time. You haven't told me-" "We set his waking for an hour after our ... Marq, that I had never seen such a waking before, but G.I. had given me the recalls to call on one of ... "you are telling me in your own inimitable way Rhyonon's culture had reached a level two ...
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Page 354 from Issue 110-111

swept his hands across his chest and turned. Strange shadows, we stood on the path and watched. The ... refrigerator kicking in and the static in my ear as I grind my teeth as I wake myself up. VI The steps, cut ... the trail was speckled by filtered sunlight, the path ending at a bluff. There, the cloud-gatherer ...
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Page 83 from Issue 80

field accused or beckoned me as she did, Deep-Water, Bends-The-Boughs. 83 Issue 80 page ... Page 83 from Issue 80 First Home Back there, on the scattered edge of town where the road was ... surveyors came pacing our field, we paced behind them, watched them plant stakes among weed stalks. And the ...
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Page 136 from Issue 123

came to himself in mid stumble, waking on a narrow serpen­ tine path that wound about the Brahmin ... Page 136 from Issue 123 for this woman. Never in his life (though he wouldn't admit it to ... all illusion. It's all in the sick minds of western men," she'd mocked over ...
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Page from Issue 1965-spring

swaying, sleep. And all the cherubim, in one great host embracing, doze beneath St. Paul's high ... Page from Issue 1965-spring talks in its sleep with snows beneath her hull, and melts into the ... maples, pines, spruce, silver firs-all sleep. On mountain slopes steep mountain-streams and paths do ...

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