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Spring 2004

  • Kim Addonizio

    I managed to talk sensible Alice into a little pink outfit and high heels.

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  • T. Coraghessan Boyle

    The most arcane sexual practices could arouse me from my torpor.

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  • Lacy Crawford

    For a moment I had the delicious feeling of fitting in without even trying.

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  • Charlotte Forbes

    The beer and the kissing and the lateness of the hour had got to me.

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  • Donald Hall

    Once she said, “Dying is nothing, but . . . the separation!”

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  • James D. Houston

    If I had been blessed that afternoon, why did I lose my tongue?

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  • Jean Stafford

    I had the tongue of an adder and my heart was black with rage and hate.

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Spring 2004
Editors’ Note

Fiction

  • T. Coraghessan BoyleShorty’s Paradise
  • Lacy CrawfordRefinement
  • Charlotte ForbesParasols
  • James D. HoustonDaily Evangelism

Nonfiction

  • Donald HallEleven Days

Classics

  • Jean StaffordAn Influx of Poets

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