...Jackson Holbert © 2016 Jackson Holbert 2016 Jackson Holbert The Good Reverend Eulogizes His Friend Steve Look, life is very long. I know, right now, it doesn’t seem that way. Right now it seems too short. But tomorrow, like you’re already doing right now, you’ll forget Steve a little...

...Kent Shaw © 2011 Kent Shaw 2011 Kent Shaw Vesuvius, There Are Easier Ways to Make Friends It was an installation of thrushes. Each household had to have corpses of birds. And rags. There was a bounty of thrushes and madras pressing at the windows, from inside, cotton bolls, too, pressed...

.... Asad was influenced by Marxism but was troubled by its simplified equating of religion with ideology. He read Michel Foucault with great interest, a topic he discussed with his friend Edward Said. Asad published groundbreaking studies such as Genealogies of Religion, Formations of the Secular , and On...

...Young Hoon Oh; Margret Grebowicz A Sherpa laughed off his colleague’s death, stunning a Korean teammate on Mt. Everest. In the face of their friends’ deaths, Korean and Sherpa mountaineers behave quite distinctively from each other. Based on anthropological research on Sherpa and Korean...

...Victoria Childress © 2020 Victoria Childress 2020 Victoria Childress Mixer, Delta Iota Kappa house ( Aqua Velva ) My friend invited me to go swimming, but there was something odd about the pool. The air stank of chlorine and iron; the tile floor was streaked with bloody footprints; the water...

...Maryanne Hannan Maryanne Hannan Eureka! Corner Drugstore, Slushy March Afternoon The clerk rings up my two prescriptions, super-strength cough syrup, Aloe-treated tissues, and a $6.99 “Sincere Sympathy on the Loss of Your Mother” card for a friend —​then advises me to enjoy the day...

...Laura Madeline Wiseman © 2006 the minnesota review 2006 the minnesota review Laura Madeline Wiseman Skewback the summer before I started high school I covered miles daily a friend at my hip as we sported cut offs flannels sneakers we were...

... having no success at quitting. minnesota review 82 (2014) DOI 10.1215/00265667-2410018  © 2014 Ben Merriman 54 Merriman  55 Three Friends Three friends boarded the train and sat down near to me. One of the men, so I heard, had been in the...

... that contact sheet. I can’t stand when my friends make art. So brazen! Don’t question this, he says when we hear the news. I’m shaking, taking a seat on the cold bench across from him. Just accept. Such bad advice, but he’s older, larger, has been kicked out of school...

... from a distant neon sign, so I had everything I could want: youth and time and the sea In my third-floor room I was happy with the typewriter I returned to each day after clocking out with friends scattered throughout this building as well as people I scarcely knew: the couple through the...

... be their father and would not expect them to invite me inside their clubhouse, even if I dared Ask, but my dark and brooding heart heaves with joy to see them break ranks and spoil the neat plans of my friends, who want only to hand themselves over, Politely...

... mother is calling a celebrity by her first name —​as if the familiarity worked both ways. Glued to my AIM and onscreen porn, I can’t even say what she came to hear —​Yes I agree. You and Whoopi would make great friends. minnesota review 76 (2011) DOI 10.1215/0026 5667...

... in a circle of stones beneath a shrinking sky. In front of the aming tomatoes, peppers with spots on their skins, long rows of basil, the man put his hand on my waist. I d never been touched. Even now love seems like a stranger s watch I picked up on the roadside, still ticking. My friend waited six...

... voices, spritely freckled faces, and developed habits like hating ourselves and drinking too much, driving under both influences, me propelling a friend s borrowed minivan into a guardrail, steering with the mirror down, hoping the impact would pop out my moon-marble eyes, my brother falling asleep at...

... in my best friend’s basement. I doubt she could have felt my misplaced affection when our hands touched lightly on the Ouija board; I was excellent at hiding the truth. minnesota review 81 (2013) DOI 10.1215/00265667-2332012  © 2013 Megan Edgecombe...

...Christian Detisch Christian Detisch this is not a poem about longing the absence of love or sentimentality (sentimentality my friend says is for people who can’t handle real emotions) since I think you would hate that kind of poem & the O O Os I’m so...

..., at the base of the Atlantic we conjure our world. we know Black is a living color. we know Black cannot die. for centuries, our spirits have been looking to fill our mouths with each other’s flesh. old friend, i’ve wandered through bodies, hungry, open-mouthed look- ing for you. i know if i...

...Rasma Haidri © 2017 Rasma Haidri 2017 Rasma Haidri American Fair The girl with no hands has friends to hold the cigarette to her mouth It takes two to play a winner every time Tank-topped hair-cropped steel-eyed woman slings blow-up purple...

... amethyst, glass shards or brier hooks? How to greet each other bandage the canyon of awkward pauses between friends separated these many seasons. After high school, my husband's first job, graveyard shift, who knows how the...

... . Food, Farming, and Faith . New York : SUNY Press . Galsworthy John . 1901 . A Man of Devon . Edinburgh : Blackwood . Galsworthy John . 1910 . Letter . Times , December 17 . Reprinted in Horses in Mines , 1 – 4 . London : Animals’ Friend Society . Galsworthy John...