like one of those inflatable clowns you can’t flatten. You can only wonder how that boy’s parents can ... plants. You can’t blame them. I moved to this city from Brooklyn with a guy named Claude Banda. We had ... plentiful, he said. Our kind of work history, so commonplace in New York, would radiate authority once it was ...
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insemination—IUI—almost never works on the first try. All the articles say so. Our friends, too. Plus, you’re thirty-six, ... your falling, I lie awake thinking of our baby, Bear, a name I can’t wait for my mother to hate. We ... who was harassing you, a fifteen-year-old employee.) Now, your mother’s house has become a Michael ...
cancer support group. There I met Ibtisam Erekat of Abu Dis, whom I now call dear friend. Other friends ... acknowledge the humanity in everyone. Some deem us traitors. Palestinian voices cry out, How can you walk ... in their cars, honk their horns to show support. Parents hold their small children close to them. Our ...
reading. When you log in to your Instapaper account, you just see a basic list of articles with some simple ... organizing features like folders. It doesn't demand that you connect with others, share your links, star ... offline, even when you have spotty wireless service. The apps have hooks into all kinds of Twitter clients ...
work now. I quicken my pace and am soon at the shopping center. I can see a bus in the distance. It ... are you tonight?" Our friendship is contained within the bus. He rides the bus home from work ... the shopping center. If I hurry, I can catch the nine-thirty bus. Mr. Miggs will be riding home from ...
from Issue 80 Six Poems Lawrence Schmidt Day Labor for Taura 1 think of you moving alone through all ... that, up to your waist in the drought-stunted corn, the slash of the green blades as you push through ... you, fast as they can to finish the acre that means fifty dollars to them. You breathe in that miraging ...
our Honda Pilot. My fingernail catches as I inspect the gouge. “It’s fucked up how something you’re ... friend? On the flight line? In your bunk? When’s the last time you’ve had a good meal? “I’m not tired,” ... can fatten him up,” Houston says. “What do rabbits eat?” “For being so stupid,” Caleb says, “you’re ...
Summer/Fall 2020
this is critical to TriQuarterly ’s future, because the magazine can now draw from a far larger ... our staff. And yet, I know we must continue working toward equity. It is my goal during my remaining ... writer, and visual artist who sends their work to TriQuarterly, that we are a venue where artists feel ...
inherent to adolescence. MC: You know I can’t help asking this: but you’re a publisher of creative ... experiences are our lifelong fodder. MC: I’ve really enjoyed your workshops. Do you have any craft advice ... order became instantly clear and what you see now is what I knew I was trying to say. MC: You now have ...