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the minnesota review (2014) 2014 (82): 19.
Published: 01 May 2014
...Whittney Jones © 2014 Whittney Jones 2014 Whittney Jones There Are Bright Signs in the Crystal Ball— I’d Say Yes Dear Aunt Debra, my intuition tells me a man wrote those fortunes you read. Did you ever notice that every ticket said yes? Sleep with him, wear...
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the minnesota review (2015) 2015 (85): 34.
Published: 01 November 2015
... in pairs and threes all fall. Long ago I’d heard the cottonwoods marring their own bark again. From the inside they tore themselves into gray childish shapes, so in need of the kind of touch that follows a scar. As the rivulets of evening grew colder between us you kept...
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the minnesota review (2017) 2017 (88): 19.
Published: 01 May 2017
...Tanner Pruitt Tanner Pruitt Like a Bag of Cheetos Popping I’d never killed a thing I didn’t really want to die. I looked down the van’s hood to where the grille licked the asphalt. A turtle cocked its head and took its last slow step. Though I’d once...
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the minnesota review (2016) 2016 (87): 6.
Published: 01 November 2016
..., poked folded bills through the top-slot I had cut in diaphanous plastic. Opening my cow eyes wide, I’d flash an innocent smile, feel the power of persuasion. Later in my bedroom, I’d count the dollars, arrange change in tiny, powerful towers, tuck it all...
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the minnesota review (2017) 2017 (88): 3–4.
Published: 01 May 2017
...Liz N. Clift Liz N. Clift 1989 Stamps cost a quarter and on Sunday mornings my father and I made cinnamon rolls. I’d stand on a chair and measure ingredients into my mother’s big green bowl, stir with the wooden spoon, and ghost the Formica countertop with...
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the minnesota review (2012) 2012 (79): 8.
Published: 01 November 2012
... each other, find one another by smell alone. If you were here, I’d breathe you in, memorize your smell. I’d train myself until I developed a dog’s nose. And, if there is an afterlife, I vow, even if it takes an eternity, to sniff my way to you again, who I trust will be on...
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the minnesota review (2010) 2010 (75): 7.
Published: 01 November 2010
...Denise Duhamel © 2010 by Virginia Tech 2010 Denise Duhamel Honeymoon Even on our honeymoon, he overslept. I peered through Venetian blinds, afraid I’d wake him up. Noon, one. The sun high in the sky. A few days into our marriage, I started taking morning walks by myself on the...
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the minnesota review (2016) 2016 (87): 55.
Published: 01 November 2016
... alone with the ocean does not make a siren. Here, memory. I won’t stroke your neck’s salty ring or capsize you sans indulgence. I admit I’d rather drag you    net-caught fish. minnesota review 87 (2016) DOI 10.1215/00265667-3630820  © 2016 Allison Donohue...
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the minnesota review (2013) 2013 (81): 14–15.
Published: 01 November 2013
...) DOI 10.1215/00265667-2331958  © 2013 Brandi Nicole Martin 14   15 and we do hereby swear to torch our transgressors out of hiding. And I’d give anything to forget        why fucking him is as binding as fingers pricked, blood smeared together...
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the minnesota review (2014) 2014 (83): 22–23.
Published: 01 November 2014
... made the abject giggle with the possibility of swift death. And I’d poke the possibility. And I’d poke the bump like it was a cat’s face. Poke. Poke. And I’d poke the cat’s face until I started crying in my feminist materialism class while we were talking about death por- nography. And rainbows...
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the minnesota review (2016) 2016 (87): 18–20.
Published: 01 November 2016
... is incapable of that, I reasoned. But would it be murder? Not if she were merely replacing a part. Yet, how would that work? I hadn’t heard of any head transplants. Then again, I’d not heard of heads growing in gardens either.   Next morning while she was jogging, I...
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the minnesota review (2005) 2005 (63-64): 25–26.
Published: 01 May 2005
...Sean Lause Lynndie England is the daughter we always wanted I saw her once down on Summit Street setting stoplights on fire. Don't get me wrong— If I saw her now I'd probably level her But you don't know her in her secret veins and I do. It wasn't orders...
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the minnesota review (2012) 2012 (78): 4.
Published: 01 May 2012
... chain- link fence to keep out unwanted visitors, unnecessary damage, too-hard rubbing, itching, crumbling. But I could spell like a motherfucker. When I won the spelling bee, Paul (Anti-hero) told me I’d won the Super Bowl, got all the other kids to join in, laugh...
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the minnesota review (2012) 2012 (78): 5.
Published: 01 May 2012
...Robert Wrigley © 2012 by Virginia Tech 2012 Robert Wrigley Salvage “Disensouled,” he said, and a chill came over me, until I realized he meant only that the wreck I’d been inspecting had already been purchased. They were all wrecks. It was a junkyard, after...
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the minnesota review (2013) 2013 (80): 55–56.
Published: 01 May 2013
... in the silent rhyme . . . If life were a sling, it would still break your arm. If your arm was forgiveness, I’d break it again. minnesota review 80 (2013) DOI 10.1215/00265667-2016715  © 2013 Dean Rader 55 56 the minnesota review...
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the minnesota review (2015) 2015 (84): 54.
Published: 01 May 2015
... have skipped town, where tonight it’s sooooo fun You know I’d normally throw pants on and join you, but I’m halfway through Something’s Gotta Give and tonight I’m in love with Diane Keaton, as I am every time I watch this movie, which I suppose I have to admit is my favorite, perhaps because...
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the minnesota review (2015) 2015 (85): 5.
Published: 01 November 2015
... made them feel more like light bulbs Than corpses. I’d trade my life for that Delusion of worth. The future is cannibalistic For glowing things dimmed. And space-born jellyfish lungs ache when the bluster Of breath pollutes the soul. Then what’s left To be saved? I say...
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the minnesota review (2016) 2016 (87): 8.
Published: 01 November 2016
... recently clutched to oars, and squint against sunlight playing on the tributary. That night I sip Budweiser, listen to slurred words of boatmen, hear my own speech slip. When I sit near you and feel your touch, just as I’d imagined, my heart lurches, my thighs...
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the minnesota review (2007) 2007 (68): 23–24.
Published: 01 May 2007
... not to expect a pat on the head.  I don’t remember her name. I’d only revised a few of her pages.  She’d been dead a month the day I received the tombstone from the deal she’d closed.  She’d fallen playing soccer in Central Park and “sucked it up...
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the minnesota review (2013) 2013 (81): 54–56.
Published: 01 November 2013
... in to tell them. He waited in the car, angry and exhausted. She was leaning against the window now, and I knew he wouldn’t get out of the car when they came and brought her in. I’d go in with her like always, though, and before long he’d come in and find me. And so when they came to the...