...Maggie Rue Hess Copyright © 2020 Maggie Rue Hess 2020 Maggie Rue Hess Heavy My Blood I remember learning about fish in competitions being unzipped at the stomach if they came in just a little too heavy, learned that fishermen would pour mercury pellets down their throats to win for weight. So...

...Natalie Lyalin © 2014 Natalie Lyalin 2014 Natalie Lyalin I Made His Blood I I I I Made his blood It was my job I made a computer virus on the side I I I I Responded to all the emails in your box...

... emerges in one postcard only over time, like an eye softens to darkness. This is the barbeque we had last night my picture is to the left with a cross over it Your son Joe Southern trees bear strange fruit Blood on the leaves and blood at the root Though the day smoldered, he must have...

... accounting), criticism might equally be directed at the ambiguous referent of its blood-as-symbolic-commodity —​at the film’s undisguised or overly generalized allegorization of its present. Joseph Laycock notes, for example, the blood’s “obvious” and simultaneous reference to everything from oil...

...? This patient is Caucasian female, age 24, found unresponsive in her kitchen, slumped next to the stove with a gaping head wound, likely from a hammer of some kind. One apnea test and one scan. Zero activity. Not even a trickle of blood flow to the brain. And the next of kin? Well, there s your problem. She...

... the edge of a barber’s razor.  —​Federico Garcia Lorca I know what is to become of me. Soon, I will be marched from here and made to stand against that wall in the courtyard like so many of the others you have imprisoned during these two years of civil blood...

...Ann S. Epstein Ann S. Epstein Poppies Journal Head Teacher: Bethany Falken (Recorder) Assistant Teacher: Rachel Johnson School: Sunshine Meadows Classroom: Poppies (four-year-olds) September 15, free play, house area: Eliot pushes a monster truck toward Gina. Pretend there s a collision and blood...

... placed on her, some random predestination.1 Years later, what fascinates me are the cells migrating in the body long after birth, fetal cells joining the mother’s aortic surges, her brain’s neurotransmitters, the individual platelets in her blood. Microchimerism, scientists call it, when...

... skinned with the back of a knife □ the egg dropped on the floor lapped up by the family dog □ the statue of a winged child beaten into a new shape by rain □ the inflammation in the throat that follows swallowing □ honey and cocaine □ to take a man how you bard a fowl □ to take a man and make his blood...

.... Arms gloved in blood, he plucked leaves off her eyes and mouth and smoothed the fur tenderly. Pooling blood began to congeal and maroon. He rubbed snow on his knife and hands. 36 the minnesota review Foxes would find the gut pile and stick their muzzles into the rich leav- ings, all the way...

.... Tell me what’s hiding in your dresser drawers, what I can keep, what not to read, what gets tossed into the river. [Pause] Hell, I don’t know any priests. Is that blood? IS THAT BLOOD? Don’t freak out. I said stop freaking out! Just let me know if you think you’re gonna ralph. I’m going to need...

... location of every water fountain at his school. One morning his mother comes to wake him up. He s pale as bedsheets, his eyes brown dots. He can t relax his legs; the calves have seized. She drives him to the hospital, and on the way he vomits a coarse black substance webbed with blood. Coffee grounds...

... had dried shut and sealed, and the skin protecting them had grown so thin and desiccated that even a slight quiver caused blood to trickle out. Even the wind had this effect. In order to eat, I had to sip blended foods through a flattened straw. Talking was too painful and I think rather impossible...

... speak. Do you just happen to love me more as I m pummeled? If I described his knuckles, would it be easier, my telling this to you? You could lug the dense weight of his fists, watch the blood spatter from the gash above my brow and know I deserve it. What does it look like in your eyes, this blood...

... the reactor at sunrise hive of light on my commute, wondering if it s the same indi erence put together the ice-puzzle on the farm pond. e dogs bark as if to tear me apart then sni my glove. ey must think I m white. Someone will hose hogs blood from the killing oor ten hours today, if you are reading...

.... Because semen is not ori- gin, but passage. Because your father is suffused in the creation of you, the approach. Because, infused with celibacy, your eyes are turning to his eyes, your eyes widen with his gaze. Because divorce is a positive page and blood is minimal. Blood is nothing. Because...

... of beautiful things to eat: honeycomb, garlic scape, blood orange, fiddlehead. I laid my hand around my glass of water, where the bee had landed without my noticing. The sharp pain was something I hadn t felt since I was a kid playing on fallen logs. Overturning rocks, poking around for spiders and newts...

... 2023 Tom Sokolowski 49 50 the minnesota review and the blood in my skull is war-drumming. That familiar anger. Killing him has to fix me. Vincent flushes, doesn t wash his hands, then, on his way back for the groceries, he sees me. The fuck? he shouts. I have a gun. I have a gun, I say, my revolver...

... : Fordham University Press . Lanfranc . ca. 1063-79 . De corpore et sanguine Domini [On the body and blood of the Lord] . In Patrologia Latina , vol. 150 , 407 – 42 . Paris . Lebovic Nitzan . 2010 . “ Near the End: Celan between Scholem and Heidegger .” German Quarterly 83...

... back and see a blur of fur and something spotting the snow. I smell blood. But I can’t move. Move, Enok says to me. He is angry. I am still. Snow and fog and our own breath have obscured everyone’s vision. I cannot see more than a few feet in front of me. I feel as though I am...