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Page 193 from Issue 97

broke," Donny said. Then a hundred floors. Me, I suspected dark entities chewed through each ... the singing air, it would take only seconds to crush to our death. Where would my girlfriend be then? ... love to me down on our kitchen floor. She was bleeding, the linoleum petaled with thrown scrambled ...
Fiction

A Bad Year for Apples

CJ Hauser
Our house. I was good at working hard but never knew what to work hard at. I asked people what they ... enormous pot of noodles. We sat in the kitchen eating from our bowls. We waited. We watched the cat clean ... When the rest of them never showed up I could have left, but when I looked around there was just so ...
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Page 88 from Issue 49

Fall 1980
had to do was roll up a filthy oriental rug and kick debris out the front door. Joyce took out a clean ... there was a baby's crib with bright pink blankets and a little windup mobile that played a tune ... could make it. "We've just got to get used to it, I guess," he said. ...
Fiction

Elena's World (excerpted from The Cuban Comedy; A Novel)

Pablo Medina
of her wanted to be in those trucks, part wanted to warn them that death was waiting for them at the ... experience made Elena vow never to drink alcohol again, a vow she kept until the day of her death. Among the ... thing you can do is curl up into a ball, shit in your pants, and wait for death. Death liberates you ...
Poetry

The Rooster and the Woman

Chavela Waris
a while the rooster left, shaking his feathers and crowing, the same way he had arrived. The hen also ... never wanted for anything; bright and early each morn­ ing the husband would go out to work in the ... shook itself and crowed to announce its arrival. The husband couldn't believe his eyes, but he ...
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Page from Issue 13-14

terrify death with my presence and divide the hawk's feathers. Nobody heard me cry out: ... Page from Issue 13-14 I never saw clouds until then. All night I listened while a phantom gave ... footprints toward the lap of my mother; I would have what I wanted: the right to pursue my own death, to ...
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Page 149 from Issue 89

It was as if nothing had happened there, or nothing again ever would. The floor was clean, the sheets ... had never seriously considered it, or never had felt the need, Hank is surprised at first by how easy ... has never been able to part with, an old clunker with rounded fenders, rust, and a passenger window ...
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Page 21 from Issue 103

Fall 1998
never have been in the army. His name was Edward Crone. He should never have been a soldier. He ... didn't look like a soldier, in fact he looked like a filthy flamingo. Yes, he really did look this way. ... happens: the person sits down on the floor with his back to the wall, will not talk, will not eat, and just ...
Poetry

Father, Farther: 1986

Rohan Chhetri
my father       a drink Meanwhile        my mother’s waiting begins & in her        wait a blue ... familiar        Like all men who’ve seen death        come walking on bare hands         my grandfather ... farther         away from dinner from my mother waiting           in the small unheated quarter-house ...
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Page 202 from Issue 77

Winter 1989/90
Page 202 from Issue 77 The Forest of Yellow Bamboo Trees The forest of yellow bamboo trees ... printed on that wind, but they're dead, though new. Countless crows splotch their lime on the ... they're robots. The polestar that never sets has set, the Seven Sages have botched their answer; hail ...

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