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Infidelity

Fiction

Finding Out About Your Heart

After twenty-five years in the courtroom, you only have to look at the foreman to know a jury’s mind. The doc’s expression tells you what he has found out about your heart.

By Candace Perry March 1991
Readers Write

Going Out

A three-thousand-pound slab, a pair of sunglasses and a book, a sprouting of wings

By Our Readers March 1991
Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

Born Too Young: Diary Of A Pilgrimage

(Part Three)

I don’t feel a thrill of nationalism here, like Dad does. He thinks, wow, a country full of Jews. I think, oh no, a country full of Israelis — another language I don’t understand.

By Sparrow February 1991
Fiction

Heart Too Big

“The Fat Fucker showed up,” he said, mopping his plate with a biscuit. Robert nodded, acknowledging that he knew who Edsel was talking about, but wasn’t ready to speak himself until he’d concluded a particularly sensual moment with Ellen’s cooking.

By John C. Richards February 1991
Quotations

Sunbeams

We think that we must become acquisitive — though we call it by a better-sounding word. We call it evolution, growth, development, progress, and we say it is essential.

J. Krishnamurti

November 1990
Fiction

All The Panamas In The World And Herb’s

Carol had on a pink blouse. Her bra straps made these small ridges in the cloth. Every time she bent to reach for another glass, a small crescent of purple poked from beneath the pink. It looked like the edge of a real whopper.

By T.L. Toma August 1990
Poetry

Delicious Laughter

Rambunctious Teaching Stories Of Rumi

Jalaluddin Rumi Translated By Coleman Barks May 1990
Readers Write

Discipline

The double-entry ledger system, pliés, a workable bicycle

By Our Readers September 1989
Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

The Law Of Relation

(Part Two)

They are lovers. He told me last night at 3 a.m., after we had taken several long walks, talking and coming to no resolution. After weeks of fighting, absolutely at cross-purposes, as though we were speaking entirely different languages.

By Catherine Madsen June 1989
Fiction

Man Made

Take note, Father, for I have sinned, for relentlessly thinking of his warm body while hers lies cold. For looking beyond this day and this tree-lined cemetery and expecting nothing. For feeling just the aching cold and ill-fitting shoes. For wanting to see his face and know the truth.

By Anna Schachner May 1989