Page 80 from Issue 35 and slattered every which way across your forehead i feel the strain of you ... you of the baby and his blind hungry sucking his tiny hands lying at your breasts i wanted to have ... and the strain of the child clawing his way toward the rim of life i know the sweat of you the tensing ...

Page 34 from Issue 80 Three Poems Anne, Marie Cusac Mama's Dream At night after the baby ... is asleep, Her small hand curled against her quiet cheek, And the older children have been put to ... afternoon, asleep as any Of her four other children; heavily, The forehead smooth, the mouth and skin ...

Page 19 from Issue 80 Changing the Imperatives And having remembered it, then­ what next? Oh, go ... Listen, my friend, they gave you the key to the wrong door, the one marked Sins of the Fathers­ the one ... from Ahab's gold doubloon, then toss it over the side. Watch how fast the ocean can forget, ...

shrugged. "There's a clerk out by the waiting area who can help " you. He exited ... we're just trying to stabilize her," the doctor said. "Why don't you come ... Page 80 from Issue 93 TRIQUARTERLY would be fine, that the baby was having difficulty breathing, ...

Page 96 from Issue 80 Now with you young people there will come a time when they will want to kill ... doesn't matter what they think. We're what counts. Our meetings are beautiful. You should come. ... us, rather than see us." "That's all right, we're prepared for ...