developing a storyline around Twitter, and then 10 years from now when Twitter is gone we'll all laugh ... be because we're just now seeing the first crop of writers to whom Twitter and Facebook and text ... iPhone screen until that turns into a crucial part of the relationships with other characters. That may ...
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you grow. Now we are here for all the ward to see.... I am a shelter of lies. Should I learn to speak ... doctors return to scold me. I speak. It is you my silence harms. I should have known; I should have told ... trembling the selves we lose. Go child, who is my sin and nothing more. This is the poem that has led some ...
poets especially, are facing big trouble. When at Alamogordo the first of the great bombs went off, ... this, this question of the beauty of atomic bombs, and the corollary of whether we all have ... favor of my argument of-I suppose you can speak of two imaginations, a healthy and a diseased, and that ...
wordlessly voiced emotion. That one night my father and I sat across from each other in the dense light: now ... held it folded over his right arm while face to face we stood there in silence for a while. ... wearing my father's heavy coat. It was still snowing. I went by without speaking, without giving ...
about me? Your mother and husband? We are still here. Can you not see that? My father wandered out and ... doing we are here now. It will be my doing if we manage to leave Latvia. It is children who keep adults ... us, when all we could rely on was each other? I woke to sunlight playing on my face and the sound of ...
her own house, who never did anyone any harm... The day I die, if I die with my head still clear, ... Page 22 from Issue 57-2 back. He left me with my head like a ball and my face without a whisker. ... He took off in a cloud of dust. The bricklayer In front of a bombed-out house, the walls just charred ...
"Teach us," he said. We had a shouting match loud enough to upset some of the birds. It ended ... unbroken noodle of booger out of the other side. He'd wipe some of the mucus on your neck if you ... Page 80 from Issue 89 TRIQUARTERLY the water?" A.D. tapped the glass cage over the four ...
. "It is my suggestion, Basilieus, that we give up the horse and chariot," Ameinius continued ... years-and in a different way, Narkissos. I would rather have heard, on any day, one of them speak; and yet ... Page 172 from Issue 61 The others did the same: one by one they followed him in turning to me. ...
Page 111 from Issue 34 tions. I speak only of the plane and the Nicaraguan bomb, a provision for ... present, and counted in terms of weeks and even days. Their homesickness increased as the Agracorinth ... crawled under ever warmer skies. Even the motherly Madame Mathilde emerged from a silence that had lasted ...
down on it, all times of day, to give voice to routines and secrets. Some friendships are silent. Not ... vowels. Some Christians are cessationists. They (we?) believe that the tongues and healings stopped years ... easily to some and is more difficult for others. If it isn’t divine, asks Samarin, then why do people ...