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He abandoned desire. The flowers grew slowly around the hole in his chest. When his lover sighed, they trembled.
By Sy SafranskyApril 1980The photographs in this selection are available as a PDF only. Click here to download.
By Barbara DocktorJanuary 1980Our minds are made up of sentences to be liked by everybody: by the time we grow up we have to take them apart, by paragraph, chapter, and story, to find our own style, ’til finally the mind is random as alphabet soup, ready to make new combinations of feeling and thought.
By Cheryl SchillingNovember 1979She got her dogs and some tough little kids after me, and I was forced back to the highway. I can’t prove this, but I felt there were rifles aimed right at me.
By Nyle FrankMarch 1979You can think of our bodies as being naive. They can’t tell if your life is really in danger or if you’re just thinking as if your life were in danger. The fear of losing your job might feel just as threatening as if a speeding truck were coming at you.
By Tom FergusonMarch 1979Agency fees, electric shocks, “chronic” customers
By Our ReadersMarch 1979Father put his arms around his ebullient brood. “Hush,” he soothed. “There is no wind and it is too dark to see. The kite will fly when it is ready. We shall go to bed and wait until it is right with the world.”
By Viola PruneMarch 1979Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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