Father Visits The father driving and the bored son finding under the seat the skeleton and feathers of ... a small bird, a little coda of blue feathers and bone, the open beak dissolving into the skull as the ... a crow's ascension on half hoisted wings from the seeded fields, and the father in an afterthought opening ...
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made of dried-out wood, some pink, others green, all with dirt floors. The fanciest one had a windup ... shed; never before had anyone said "Senora Guadalupe" with so much respect. She saw ... the boy's feet in their old sandals, his faded shirt where yellow roosters once had crowed ...
a pistol: tail feathers the barrel, its body the magazine, the wings a trigger. Its iris was as orange as ... the bird?’ “I said, ‘look at that bird,’ and tapped the glass with my fingernail. I was holding you, ... the most terrible thing that ever happened to me. To know you’ll never meet her when you arrive—and ...
peacock feathers. “You’ll never use that. I can’t even imagine you eating fruit, honestly.” “The one they ... “Like birth and death.” Throwing the book to the floor, I let my arms fall down with it. The resulting ... nails on a floor. There was a leak somewhere, and our clothes reeked of mildew. On our way back home, we ...
days before he died. Satin feathers, sapphire eyes, it waited each morning outside his Route 66 ... to watch it sleep. The next morning, it left her a feather, blue and green, a shimmering eye. * The ... she called them, “Happy” and “Butterfly.” Maybe, she thought, to hold too close is a sin. One morning, ...
Page 193 from Issue 104 TRIQUARTERLY twenties, Tommy worried about eating too many eggs. But his ... Mom still made him eggs, bacon and fried potatoes for breakfast on Sunday. And now that he was living ... home again, the sweet, curling smell of frying bacon drifting up to the third floor got Tommy out of ...
detail into a superlative image of harvest with the threshing rig at its center: Feathered in steam like ... and sizzled; and under its fiery gut Stalactites formed from the hand-hold's rheumy ... engineer sat, on the high drivers, Aloof as a God. Filthy. A hunk of waste Clutched in one gauntleted hand, ...
Spring/Summer 1998
it was a triumph for me the morning I convinced him to eat a boiled egg, and toast; I sat beside him ... distorted with grief; grief indistinguishable from rage; rage indistinguishable from grief; he wore a filthy ... it fell upon me, was intimate, intense and accusing I'm sick to death, my guts are sick, God ...
that the dog was too filthy. He knows that he is spoiling the dog something fierce, but at this point, ... upon his nose, there it is: the creak of stairs, the shuffling of bare feet across the kitchen floor ... . “Uncle Joel?” the boy calls from the kitchen. “Back here,” Joel says, and waits, knowing the boy will ...
She thinks how the human nude never lends much glory to the landscape, not like a tiger or a python ... hellish sounding tongue and they fall silent waiting for her to burst into flames. However, what happens ... down and picks up the black feather where it has fallen and lain covered by the dress and Sarah groans ...
