... it was like asking her to have a limb she was missing. Please have a leg became her shorthand to say she wanted these things so badly but couldn't. After the divorce, my father got injured on the job—not a machine on the factory floor, but the hand of a friend pulling a chair from...

...Jessica D. Hand © 2007 the minnesota review 2007 Jessica D. Hand Blind Gods, Human Braille In the beginning, the earth was flat. Blind gods sat between the cushions of galaxies, palming the earth’s smooth...

... movements get founded was precisely the one I had raised in my book, and it returns in altered form here). On the one hand, we have a Marxist analysis that explains such cultural phenomena as critical movements through reference to their economic base (the corporate university and the logic of late...

... even more troubling that anthologies of world literature, which include many works in translation, tend to exclude or marginalize Arab writing. Drawing from Gayatri Chakravorty Spivak's statement that “such slips become the rule rather than the exception in less careful hands” (1989, 272) and from...

... track and tenured faculty members who teach in English doctoral programs in Canada, this article examines the relation between, on the one hand, the nationalities and the rankings of the programs in which these scholars obtained their degrees and, on the other, the tier of the programs in which...

... of methods, frameworks, and feedback systems in which projects emerge out of process and evolve from within communities and with people, rather than being made for or about them. Co-creation, we contend, offers a hands-on heuristic to explore the expressive capacities and possible forms of agency in systems...

...Alexandria Juarez [email protected] Copyright © 2024 Alexandria Juarez 2024 Ada's hand lands on Sydney's knee while they're sitting in Ms. Duluth's classroom, five minutes into their lunch period. Sydney doesn't think it's a big deal that Ada isn't Ms. Duluth's student...

...James Jabar © 2021 Jabar Boykin 2021 James Jabar Choose a Story Where Eulogies Are Never Given but families still come to collect the ashes after the bodies are burned in undisclosed locations, after latex-covered hands have kissed them goodbye w/out care w/out permission, w/out the sound...

... if Dirty already saw God. Of course, Dirty said, but this reeked of lie. All right, Cody said, show me God, Dirty. You think just anyone sees God? Dirty sneered. Eyeballing the Almighty is never free. The sum is a dollar. Each. Dirty clapped his hands, rubbed his greasy palms together. Dirty didn t have...

... now is the name you have always been and always lived in in love. Because your hands have been taken by your father’s hands in adop- tion and you cannot now see your hands, the shape of them in his gentle imprint, as appearing as any other. When you touch your face, it is your father’s hands...

... her hands she gives a description of her hands   nothing budges                    in her hands —​the beginning                       of a long story —​nude                            in her hands —​a connection                             to the spine nothing works by itself...

... 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 and grabs it. * Marnie and I watch movies...

... and tawny brown eyes. I know this because he is always mentioning them: minnesota review 101 (2023) DOI 10.1215/00265667-10770156 © 2023 Anna Karras 28 Karras 29 her tawny brown eyes like a tiger. She swoops in Friday afternoons after the last student has departed. They kiss and sometimes he puts his hand...

... on the front steps is ruined, and a man has come to make repairs. He uses rusted barbed wire to lash the boards together. He should be wearing gloves. His hands bleed, but he doesn’t care about that. A stray dog watches warily. I took him in but forgot to feed him. Where’s his bowl? Where’s his food...

..., with his ex-wife and their baby. Vincent s arms wrap around her shoulders so that his hands cover hers. With his chin tucked to her shoulder, they are looking down at the child whose pinched red face stares right at the camera. In dreams, Paige comes to me holding our baby. Moments after waking, it s...

... hands in the air and the room explodes in one voice that is high pitched and booming at the same time. The girls are singing their school’s hymn. It’s an upbeat, fast song that talks about hard working students who walk to school through sun, rain, and snow with their heavy schoolbags...

... in linen slacks, her ankles thin like a doll's. She smiles, and it is like the photograph you have seen of her in college, the navy swimsuit, medal clutched in her hand, her mouth curled like she's about to laugh. Looking at her numbs the tips of your fingers. She does not call to you, doesn't say your...

... in the direction of the river, but the wind threw it in my face. I wiped at the phlegm and said, “It’s easy to strut around like a cock when the foxes aren’t around.” But he didn’t hear me. My right hand still trembled from the punches. It felt light but a distant throbbing approached. The needles would...

... on to jump onto the porch in a sitting position. The railing was still there, but just hanging into the air. You could see clear under the house. Miss Claudia held a cigarette in one hand, scratching with the other. She was swinging her legs where the steps once stood...