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Adolescence

Readers Write

First Kiss

At church camp, in a air raid shelter in wartime England, on an old flatbed trailer

By Our Readers November 1988
Fiction

The Flag-Draped Coffin

Oron flanks left with the small platoon of formally dressed sailors, all in ceremonial blue wool, all armed with parade M-1 rifles. The overcast sky is ashen on this mid-November day, and the wind pulsates bleakly over this little land of the dead.

By Jerry Oglethorpe September 1988
Fiction

Chased

She was chaste and chased. Miriam saw the men looking at her as she dove into the swimming pool, her body a golden promise.

By Deborah Shouse August 1988
Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

Back To The Real World

Reflections On A Course In Miracles

In retrospect I have realized that I could not have been more ready for the first section of the Course workbook, described in its introduction as “dealing with the undoing of the way you see now. . . .” Because my life had not been working, the way I saw things was quite ready to be undone.

By D. Patrick Miller August 1988
Poetry

Leaving Home

Opening my legs for her wasn’t easy. / She was hunched and burnt-looking. / Her whole face puckered toward her mouth. / She spoke with words like “dirty shame” / while she gave her absolution — / a small, white cloth inserted / into my womb.

By Cedar Koons June 1988
Readers Write

Flirting

A sock in the arm, a borrowed pencil, a thrown cork

By Our Readers April 1988
Readers Write

Celebrations

An old man and a butterfly, a beloved friend’s housewarming, a hysterectomy

By Our Readers January 1988
Readers Write

Taking Risks

Catching the eye of Harper and Row, being the first one into Chico Creek every spring, being tethered to the clothesline

By Our Readers June 1987
Readers Write

Changing Beliefs

Ronald Reagan, religion, cooking

By Our Readers February 1987
Fiction

You’re Weird, Irene

The woman sits there a while and then we can see her face changing. It looks like she’s got all the troubles in the whole world. Her face crinkles up and she starts to cry. She wipes away her tears but they keep coming down and flowing into her toothless mouth.

By Jeff Spitzer December 1986