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Page 112 from Issue 80

my face once was and almost I can smell, almost I can taste and feel the warmth there. Then her eyes ... Page 112 from Issue 80 I remember our tour of the long room of tanks, the small pink masses that ... jerked on the ends of their cords. "We have kept our promise. Now you keep yours. Help us, and ...
Interview

Joe Meno: Interview

Dan Schuld
girlfriend during my first couple books, and then we got married, and she has freckles, and I guess it's ... recently. Here are some of the highlights of that conversation.   TQO: Music seems to play a big role in ... So then it's, “Okay, how do you capture that in language? Or even in chapter length?” In my ...
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Page 232 from Issue 23-24

played off Broadway only yesterday will some day seem as dated as Dryden's and ... Page 232 from Issue 23-24 and rationality are not among the attributes of Mr. Kott's ... approach. But it is their conspicuous absence that has keyed his voice to the irrational frenzies of our ...
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Page 17 from Issue 80

Page 17 from Issue 80 and when he laughs, it shakes, until the air is filled with silken snow, the ... wind toying with it, lifting the petals as if back to the branch, then bringing them lightly down. ... war, when we were both children (the same age, I think, though it was a point of pride with her to ...
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Page 36 from Issue vol4-no2

mediate life, and returning there. We are ac­ quainted with this kind of illumination in Blake or Rilke, ... and pears that grow on the south wall of my head. If you listen it rains for them, then they drink. If ... you speak in response the seeds jump into the ground. Speak or be silent: your silence will speak to ...
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Page 100 from Issue 45

from the big Japanese speak­ ers, "Under my thumb, under my thumb's the squirming dog ... who's just had her day, under my thumb... " Quinn was pouting and strutting to the music: one ... looking out. There was no moon yet. The teamhouse wasa squat shadow, bigger and darker than the others ...
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Page 85 from Issue 23-24

connec­ tions and linear structure. They are more open to the oblique, explosive, and irrational. We are ... you go. When you get a chance. You're tardy!-again. The SUD shines bere an bour a day. On ... progress. There will be a sligbt delay. I'D never, ever take you out again. We tumed the switcb, ...
Fiction

Boatyard

W. Andrew Ewell
many days that summer when they would not speak to each other, or else make it late into the afternoon ... before breaking their silence. One day we were all rerigging a J-boat. Truitt had climbed the mast in ... a generous view of the yard and the harbor. The other spaces were leased to a sailmaker, some yacht ...
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Page 104 from Issue 80

discharge, coulombs, hertz: the voices of the Ring are hushed, the echoes die away, and I am comforted. But ... there is a command in me that will not let me look. The voice tells me my cameras cannot stand the ... Page 104 from Issue 80 calls, in a cadence that pulses, waking echoes in the hollow within me, ...
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Page 251 from Issue 78

silence. He likes his silence to be hidden in a crowd. From the dome of his almond head, he takes some ... forefinger, taps it several times, then removes it. "Aren't you ever really hungry, Uncle ... go on? He does not know. His great-nephew is too silent. Mukhlis does not like silence waiting for ...

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