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I didn’t go to my grandfather’s funeral. I had excuses at the time — I was living 500 miles away, no money for plane fare, other obligations, and so forth — but mostly I suspected that funerals were some kind of superstitious pagan ritual.
By David ManningJanuary 1988as a small child, i did not know how to unzip myself. my parents never talked about it. when i was fourteen my father “accidentally” left out a book on his desk called “what to tell your child about unzipping.”
By Andrew RamerJanuary 1988Richard presses the buzzer. A dry, rasping sound echoes off the cracked, peeling walls and bounces up from the marble vestibule floor that needs cleaning.
By Barbara TurinoDecember 1987“You see?” he said. “This is Saint Peter. I am the Lord Jesus.” The halos lasted only a second. Then they were gone.
By Romulus LinneyNovember 1987November 1987Seek not to follow in the footsteps of men of old; seek what they sought.
Matsuo Basho
I knew old Wiggins years before he scandalized the area newspapers, because he was part of my childhood, like the pine tree with the tire swing and the forbidden, ancient barn I explored in secret.
By Susan M. WatkinsOctober 1987Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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