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Spring 2006

  • Andre Dubus

    Certainly the ushers who pass the baskets know me as a miser.

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  • Alan Ziegler

    When I walked in, the kids applauded. They were like, “The poet’s back!”

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  • Ned Parker

    He could see I was American, but I thought he was unlikely to harm me.

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  • Tom Grimes

    I floated in the tub, my head bobbing, until I felt slick as a seal.

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  • James Kaplan

    The engineers seemed ripe for mockery, some more than others.

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  • Katayoon Zandvakili

    No one answered. I turned to his parents. My stomach felt on fire.

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  • Pia Z. Ehrhardt

    We’d never had a cross word, but I’d never corrected him.

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Spring 2006
Editors’ Note

Fiction

  • Craig BueltelUncle Peter
  • Tom GrimesRedemption Song, Part Two
  • James KaplanBlind Date
  • Katayoon ZandvakiliThe Arrest

Nonfiction

  • Pia Z. EhrhardtWhat Would You Have Me Do?
  • Ned ParkerOn to Baghdad
  • Alan ZieglerEight Stories,
    Based on a True Life

Interviews

  • Alan Ziegler

Classics

  • Andre DubusA Father’s Story

Readers' Narratives

  • Li Miao LovettOld Fengdu, China
  • Janel MosesHerzliya, Israel
  • Alicita RodréguezGunnison, Colorado
  • David SnyderMidland, Texas
  • Erika TeschkeMarymoor Park, Washington

First & Second Looks

  • Richard LingemanDouble Lives
  • Irène NémirovskySuite Française
  • Robert PhelpsColette: Earthly Paradise
  • Philip RothThe Ghost Writer
  • Leo TolstoyChildhood, Boyhood, Youth
  • Eudora WeltyOne Writer’s Beginnings

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