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When Lana left I still kept on talking to Him every day.
He was never IN when I did but I was able to get a lot of information about Him from the Fiery Finger that appeared and wrote on the wall of my cell.
By William PenrodApril 1989Willie Mays was only thirteen years old, but already center field was his private domain. His mitt seemed to have radar installed in it, registering the trajectory and velocity of the ball. All Willie had to do was glide into place, flip out his glove, and the ball would land there, trapped in leather.
By Rob SullivanApril 1989The next day was Sunday, and after church Peggy was born time after time. “Being born” meant sliding down the trough into the pillow. Magda knew that babies were born with diapers on, so that was how Peggy was dressed.
By Raymond JohnsonMarch 1989The first thing that must be said is that the Minotaur was blind. Her mother — for the Minotaur, actually, was a woman — torn with guilt for her own sins, blinded the Minotaur soon after her birth.
By Andrew ShalitMarch 1989We’re in the check-out line and I’m putting the groceries on the counter. This is the hardest part of shopping with a two-year-old.
By Richard HoffmanFebruary 1989Howie got his guitar the day the Soviets invaded Czechoslovakia, and he named it Elijah. It made a big impression on him: there he was in his living room tuning this new, magic thing, watching the tanks roll into Prague on television.
By Tim FarringtonFebruary 1989My friend is rushing toward Jasmine. Her scream reverberates in my mind, with a quality of despair that surprises me, as if she knows something I don’t.
By Anais SalibianFebruary 1989Yeah, someting unusual hoppened. I had a baby. My first born. An’ I killed it. Now you say you gonna charge me wid a crime. But you see, that baby wasna good ting. It was evil. So you see, I had no choice. It was just the next ting tu do.
By Polly Nicole PassonneauJanuary 1989There are certain safe points — rocks along this river, natural bridges. Once in a while, Papa and I feel the same thing the same way. Each of us knows, when it happens.
By Crawdad NelsonDecember 1988Earnest says he is going out for a drink. Becky knows that he knows she knows.
By Sharon ClayboughDecember 1988Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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