...Rosa Walling-Wefelmeyer © 2016 Rosa Walling-Wefelmeyer 2016 Rosa Walling-Wefelmeyer Solar Plexus (my mother is away again) In your absence I twitch at your bedsheets, clutching yellow to me, snuffling for your wild smell in their tessellated flowers. Please come back, I hiss at your...

... about genuine value precisely because they have attended so closely to the markets structuring cultural production. What ultimately stands out in recent scholarship on economics and literature is its turn away from complex accounts of the nature of literary form and its turn toward considerations...

... emphasizes tragedy's darker aspect. While his motives were noteworthy, his one-sided view of tragedy as joy in suffering anticipates the current culture of victimhood he otherwise deprecated. Symptomatically, the anticathartic Nietzsche leads the tragic away from tragedy. © 2016 Virginia Tech 2016...

... different from perceptions in the United States. International frames of the US response to this natural disaster not only highlight different underlying sources for the tragedy but also shift attention away from material conditions to subjective perceptions that produce trauma, and they chart the part...

... on the kitchen linoleum and bounced away into a corner somewhere. “Dammit. Cynthia. God.” Some force in him began to purse his lips to spit out the word bitch, but he swallowed it down. That was not him. That was something else, came from somewhere else. That was temptation, the devil dropping hints...

... Walk Away from Omelas .” In The Wind’s Twelve Quarters: Stories , 275 – 84 . New York : HarperCollins . Love Heather . 2007 . Feeling Backward: Loss and the Politics of Queer History . Cambridge, MA : Harvard University Press . Ngai Sianne . 2007 . Ugly Feelings . Cambridge...

.... but he did not shoot the deputy. Eric Clapton shot J. R. but he did not shoot the deputy. Fred & Daphne & the gang shot J. R. & when they pulled their masks off, it was really Old Man Witherspoon. (Old Man Witherspoon shot J. R. & he would have gotten away with it, too, if it weren’t...

... helped him paint it in his memory: red-faced, porcine lunch lady getting a knee job, her belly jiggling. Waiting to go back, the knee-fucker asked if wanted a Jolly Rancher. I said Sure, held up my hand, and Jedi-willed a good catch. He threw from twenty-feet away. I made it look easy...

... mittened hand. “Come on, honey. We have to go.” “Does your cat like cheese?” the girl asks, leaning away from her father’s tug. “Our cat likes cheese.” The father jerks her hand so hard that the girl trips over her snow boots and falls onto her knees. Her eyes fill with surprised tears...

... it had in his car. His breath tasted strange when he spoke, which made me want to kiss him even less. Carla. Uh? Nothing. Mhm. We kept going until he stopped. I tried to keep going with his earlobes, but he pushed me away. He was old but strong. Or maybe I was just weak. I think you might...

... purse and pulls out her phone, where she scrolls and scrolls, sure that if she just looks hard enough she will find the cure for whatever disease she is certain she has this week. Transfixed on the bright blue screen, her cart starts to roll away. Without lifting her eyes, she reaches out a hand...

... —​such is the life of a trapper in the Montana and Oregon Territories —​but this new feeling was sharp. Desperate. I wanted nothing more than to find the cave where she slept, curl up in her arms, and so too dream the winter away. I had made a fine haul that day. The beaver and muskrat, sens­ ing...

... away. We chased him through the alleys, winding through the streets until we were on the edges of the city overlooking the sea. Waves exploded in laborious crashes on craggy rocks. A woman in a yellow dress sat on a bench overlooking the water. The street performer stopped abruptly, his fists on hips...

... Satelmajer 37 imagined that the neighborhood then would swarm and teem with their bodies. And so she waited. And then the “PRICE REDUCED” signs started going up. And the realtors went away. And the people came out of their houses. Some came out only to drive away in panic. “Get...

... some semblance of a judicial system —​possibly several months. So I slipped back out the morning after I arrived to spend another three weeks away. But then in early October, I came home to stay. The neighborhood was still mostly empty. It was also god- awfully hot. The electricity was only...

.... Michelle was crying. I hurried over to comfort her and she pushed me away. I m sorry, I said. I didn t mean to scare you. What are you, some sort of psychopath? I assumed that was a rhetorical question. I m really sorry, I said again. It was just a joke. Throw that fucking thing away. * * * I...

..., oily water. On the greasy cobblestones below, a homeless man lay asleep, passed out, or dead. Greta shivered, swiped at her face, and her hand came away streaked with grimy tears. How had she ended up abandoned in this cold, dirty city where she didn't speak the language? Her friends were all...

.... In the hold of a milk truck, steam wafts from the skin, the flesh simmers, the refrigeration unit blares all else away, mounted up there, a great ugly uncle on a respirator. "Vrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr." Blowing in your ear, constantly exhaling...

.... On the TV hung to the wall, NewsChannel 6 anchors Bob Woodall and Lily Cruz explain that the largest planet has mysteriously disappeared. They have video footage. One second Jupiter is there, the next it s quickly fading away until the planet is as thin as a projection, and then it s gone altogether...

... awoke to porcelain beheadings. A few of our husbands made it to the front door. Those wandered away. We roped the legs of the ones who remained to headboards and found loosened knots come morning. Where were they going? This, we did not know the answer to. Only, it was away from the bed where our own...