Page 74 from Issue 80 Two Poems Peter Marcus Do You Remember? He comes across the street against ... of matted hair he is betrayed before he reaches us. Do you remember them, from years ago? They came ... you seen me?" 74 Issue 80 page ...
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before its drop to a "baby... clinging as a fierce child against its mother ... Page 206 from Issue 80 The Bomb and the Baby Boom Terrence Holt On July 16, 1945, George C. ... boy is as husky as his big brother. The light in his eyes discernible from here to Highhold and ...
, Mother!" he called, catching his breath. "When's tea?" "I'm ... he's lived! 80 years." "More tea!" growled the old man, his dark hand moving ... a jar of yellowish boiled water. The old man began to drink. He snuffled, gulped, breathed through his ...
Page 84 from Issue 80 Day Care For the moment, peace. They sprawl over their bedding at every ... angle, as if by surprise sleep overtook them, in the moment's gesture- one splayed out, pitched ... forward over the blue sheet, drifting, another burrowing his brow into the white pillow while beneath his ...
catch up with his view of the psy che. The chapter "Shortlands" alone is proof of ... back to my mother's childhood in a small mining town in South Yorkshire. My parents read his ... also fond of Lawrence's essays-iconoclastic, extreme, totally his own! For instance, his ...
longer remember what they were. But he was sure they had existed. Convinced of it. They leaned against ... Page 80 from Issue 129 He smelled the sea. The clouds were fluorescent. And when it was too cold ... the morning sky. He thought it unbearable. He did not know what had made him do such a thing. His ...
and pieces of a Prayer I used to say each night before I went to bed Now flay me down to sleep ... Page 66 from Issue 80 "I Heard a Fly Buzz... " for Bruce and LitJija Renner ... state-But a subtractive one-that brings relief from hope 66 Issue 80 page ...
Page 80 from Issue 46 speaking with a woman who had long, painted fingernails. This woman owned an ... carved separately and set into the black face. He was barefoot. He wore a gilt turban, and his ornate ... shirt was gathered at his waist with an amber-studded belt. He was bound by gold chains to a ceramic ...
through high school, Lucy and I drove to Cambridge in my mother's car, hid a few houses from his ... Page 134 from Issue 109 TRIQUARTERLY John He is the one man I've met (80 nowl) ... just sit there, my thigh grazing his, all those interminable evenings at the Center for the Arts ...
Page 80 from Issue 80 In the Kingdom of Pleasure Unwitting accomplice in the scheme of law she ... daughter, subject of no rule but the one his need for her established as she knelt down to quell his crying ... timelessly in time, your mother hums as she kneels down beside your little barge of foam, smiling to see you ...
