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Mary Unger, Empty
Mary waits at the foot of the stairs. She means to go up the stairs and back to bed but feels too exhausted to make the climb.
May 1989Breaking Up
Twenty-seven disembodied entities, Mars on a dark night, the Night Stalker
May 1989Sunbeams
April 1989For religion, the idea of God is at the beginning; for science, the idea of God is at the end. Only those who think by halves become atheists; those who go deep with their thoughts and see the marvelous relationships among universal laws recognize a creative power.
Lakestone, Minnesota
My heart bristled a little around the edges at the mention of Anna, but it was more like the wings of a bird, hit and dead on the highway, whose feathers flutter a moment from the movement of a passing Chevy.
November 1988Mama’s Story
I’ve warned Mama not to tell her story today. Mama has a visitor, a Mrs. Thompson from her Sunday School class. First Baptist believes in staying in touch.
July 1988I Have No Brother
The only furniture / in that tiny room / where my brother lives / is a mirror / on a plain white / wall. When I enter / that room / there is only myself. // I am searching for / my brother. I have no brother.
June 1988The Pilgrim
Jenny sat inside the roar of the plane, concentrating on distracting herself. She was flying to Seattle in response to one of those phone calls during which the world momentarily freezes in its orbit. “I’m a friend of your father’s,” the woman had said.
June 1988A Letter Never Written
Adopting, reconnecting with an old friend, being AWOL in peacetime
June 1988Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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