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They lived too close for harsh words. It was as if at any given minute a sharp word or careless thought could push them over some terrible edge, tearing them apart.
By Carrie KnowlesMarch 1990Sarah Jane tried to suppress the fluttery feeling that swept through her at the thought of him riding by just beyond the fence rails, looking at her with a faint hint of a smile, raising his broad-brimmed hat with a nod of his head.
By Artelle G. WeerFebruary 1990Words become sentences in spite of themselves, as moments become a life.
By Sy SafranskyJanuary 1990What magnificent creatures they are, these friends who populate the complex ecology of the life I share with Julia. Refreshed by their presence, confirmed by their affection, we rejoice in the sight and the sound of them.
By Robert EbischJanuary 1990Anna Karenina, the Peace Corps, long-distance rates
By Our ReadersJanuary 1990In a man of his size and complexion, however, many found the reserve unnerving. Mr. Cody, the history teacher, referred to him in private — with more than slightly nervous humor — as “My Bad Conscience.” Also, as “Doom.” Most people called him Elmer, and stayed out of his way.
By Tim FarringtonDecember 1989I was aware early on that we were on separate vacations, you in a sun-drenched country on the cusp of the rainy season, and I as lost as a piece of luggage, fallen into some dark, sludgy place, a certain waxy glaze over everything.
By S.L. WisenbergSeptember 1989I’ve been cleaning this house. / First sweeping you out of it, / dustballs behind old shoes in your closet, / stacks of last year’s catalogs, / the gray dirt that clings to clutter, / and then, unwittingly, / polishing, arranging, even decorating / you back in. How you were before / when I thought you happy.
By Cedar KoonsAugust 1989That damned wind! It did whatever it liked. It caressed your hair, your legs, your shoulders, your breasts. I hated it, Kristin! I wanted to kill it.
By V. MyagkovAugust 1989A waterfall of words, an undergraduate literary magazine, untranslatable Olde English phrases
By Our ReadersAugust 1989Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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