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Page 220 from Issue 18

Spring 1970
was found only in the next world, when the sack of bones had been cast off and only the soul remained. ... daybreak, but she recalled a spell to ward off the unholy ones who were about at night. Altele never ... lost husband. Together with other deserted wives, she read inscrip­ tions on tombstones and leafed ...
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Page 241 from Issue 56

dark spells that test her faith, lasting two or three weeks, she looks miserable and mutters about our ... father. "He must have hated me," she says. Would 1 say she had been hateful as a little ... girl? She says he never forgave her for the "unspeakable secret" between them, which ...
Fiction

Nova

C.A. Schaefer
what was left.  Sweetheart?  my mother asked through the baby monitor. How had she known to find me ... , a girl still skinny in spite of everything my mother fed me these days.  My mother stood beside me as ... imagining me as someone who demanded from the world rather than thieving from it. That was why she laughed ...
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Page 23 from Issue 137

road off with him to his lakeside cabin. Maybe she taught him to fish the way Dad had taught us. Even ... a sedan. Rachel would be tempted, but my sister had convinced her, self that the child was not hers. X. ... gether we read about that night in North Aurora, how my father woke 23 Issue 137 page ...
Essay

A Passion for Playwrighting

Claudia Allen
And after Dr. Bauland told me I was the best student dramatist he'd ever taught, I was ... high school musicals. But then I stumbled onto my true calling. I was in my senior year at the ... Playwriting Claudia Allen In the early summer of 1999 I was slipping into Victory Gardens Theater through the ...
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Rosalind's Song

Eileen Cherry-Chandler
page, and it scared me to see myself in this dangerous girl. Like me, she was sinking into that familiar ... for Rosalind’s hairstyle. I had Ma Dear. She wasn’t my mother. She told me she was my great aunt. She ... going to pay the doctor bill. LaNell had lots of books for a girl our age. She was probably reading that ...
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mother's look was triumphant as she pointed the way toward departures unguessed by the rest. "Next ... in a wishful hosannah. Then the ashes took over. The bed cast its lines in the dawn: my ... laughing," my father assured her, shielding her grief with a palm. But her tears were too much for her; ...
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Page 177 from Issue 78

Page 177 from Issue 78 these dark spells that test her faith, lasting two or three weeks, she ... looks miserable and mutters about her father. "He must have hated me," she says. Would ... I say she had been hateful as a little girl? She says he never forgave her for the "unspeakable ...
Poetry

The commission

Rafael Pineda
the dawn: my mother's look was triumphant as she pointed the way toward departures unguessed ... blessed palm-leaf," begged my mother. The frond hissed on the fire, yellowing, a caught serpent ... happened, you'll die laughing," my father assured her, shielding her grief with a palm ...
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Catching up with Monday

Karen Zemanick
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 ... putting off reading The Pale King, in part because, “I'm somewhat ambivalent about reading it since ...

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