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Adirondack Chairs of the Suburbs
There was a time around here you’d be welcomed at the great house, if you were the right sort of person, by a slave who stabled your horse. In the…
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Adirondack Chairs of the Suburbs
There was a time around here you’d be welcomed at the great house, if you were the right…
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Summer Solstice
If I had the ingenuity to go home on the eve of solstice, through a starless night, across…
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Essay Contest, April 1968
Our teacher handed us a piece of wide-lined paper and said write an essay for Open House, …
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Wednesday’s Child
Christi Moore raised a panic on her return to class. Her screams echoed through the empty hallway; the…
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The Ocean Jewel
Clare was almost thirteen, her father a fisherman on a boat out of Perth on the Indian Ocean.…
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Glory be
Glory be to the street One-Cent walked through night snow with reporter pad to the fire building, the…
Mortality Mediated
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Salt
I’d read once that Salinas, the surname that graces every form of my identity,was born in the salt mines of old Spain, where many men surely perished. Myuncle Henry, though…
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San Antonio Review
Volume 7.2
Winter 2024
Winter 2024
Volume 7.2 · Winter 2024
A season of difficult light
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