over, goodbye WSUI,farewellLarry,reDleDlber me to Albinoni. MICHAEL DENNIS BROWNE 144 Issue 11 page ... heavings, as saws sobbing into the trunks of trees, women swaying packed with tobacco, creaming stream of ... rich no panic, begins to be sucked under by a quicksand of muck, money music, noise fronds at his ...
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Page 270 from Issue 109 TRIQUARTERLY down the center of the driveway beneath the linden trees. ... woman who had fallen between them. But she got up-Rose-and she left the suitcases behind. And she ... darted, with the swiftness her brevity suggested, into the cover beside the dri veway, out of the path of ...
burns. And it exhausts me to watch you Flickering like that, wrinkly and clear red, like the skin of ... Page 234 from Issue 80 "Poppies in July" is a metaphorical fusion of a physical ... touch'?' and defined by Plath in her journals as "a dull torpor shutting me in my own prison of ...
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hashish-addict's cart. My love lies in some wasteland unmarked by chariot wheels- who will lead me in the paths of ... procurers all, and the fields far away beyond the burning ground are now beneath the ... "wish," sadh, is also the name of a feast held in honor of a pregnant woman when her child is almost due. ...
court at the edge of town. I watched people. A woman would frown and I'd think: that's ... Page 555 from Issue 78 Mama bought me a thin gold wedding band to wear to the hospital. Girls ... him out. Breathe, they said. Pant hard. Please let me hold him, I said. Please. Now, Wanda, Mama said. ...
court at the edge of town. I watched people. A woman would frown and I'd think: that's ... Page 15 from Issue 74 Mama bought me a thin gold wedding band to wear to the hospital. Girls ... him out. Breathe, they said. Pant hard. Please let me hold him, I said. Please. Now, Wanda, Mama said. ...
in a purse at my belt. Even now.... for other sinners so that they might follow a straighter path. To ... themselves. The Bishop nodded in his box, a benevolent smile on his lips, the scepter clenched white beneath ... now. I watched the rope twist on itself, wind and unwind, ache to a stop. The man's rags were ...
Page 331 from Issue 110-111 At the bottom of the garden, in the waste Where the paths end, grow ... ROOTED, THAT THING IT CANNOT MOVE. To this place the death, animals of Diana Followed me. Where is she ... NOW? Take ship, Heavy with lights, so burdened that the phosphorescent Ocean paints the deck, leaf over ...
trees, and fell on the path at the girl's feet. She stopped, looked down, then peered ... apparently so, she swooped and retrieved the shell. It seemed immediately to interest her. As Jaekin watched ... genus. She turned it over and over in her fingers, held it close to her face, peered at it, sniffed it, ...
so little desire to start over. In the middle of the week the feedlot calls me. They would like me to ... he finds in his path and throws them over the sunflowers in the ditch, out into the pasture. ... future in the distance, bearing down on me like dark weather. I let my foot off the accelerator, watch ...
