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... the ideology of American individualism at the heart of contemporary sense making. The author argues that the limitations of this political project are instructive and relevant beyond the confines of a scholarly interest in poetry, which are revealed through readings of Harryette Mullen. Mitchell Gauvin Laying...

...Elise Berrier © 2016 Elise Berrier 2016 Elise Berrier In the Cadaver Lab There lay the cadavers. There lay the cadavers and they settled with purple around their nipples like my father. There lay the cadavers and they sunk in silver lunchboxes in the lab. There lay my father and he...

... campsites. . . .  —​abcnews.com, June 11, 2010 In the hot dark we lay like fishes —​ wet & nosing one another at the gills. In my gut an old bullfrog thwumped. With a whine & haw a locust...

... had a messy beard that I envied, and nails painted like Easter eggs. It looked like he was trying to grow his hair out, but only some of it was long enough to tie back, and the rest lay against his neck. You have fish? He said, while my receipt printed. Yes. What kind? Or kinds. Um, I said. Little...

..., on top of the section I'd completed, the corner with the black flower, there now lay a picture) when suddenly I heard the snap of the shutter, the motor of the eject. I looked up, expecting to see her lowering the camera from her face, from my face. And she was, lowering the camera from her face, waiting...

... heavy in the road like a pair of crushed animals. Her skin blooms in the thick book on the shelf. Her skin is a jaw of paper and you will chew it at its careful hinge. You will lay your hands and many eyes upon her. You will lay your hands and many eyes upon her. minnesota review 80 (2013...

...    as if she did not see the people around her): on the day the Americans land more than five hundred       people kill themselves and each other (puts the empty cup mouth downwards on the table): grandfathers       to sons, wives    to husbands (and lays her hands together...

... in An infirmary delivering children Into this existence of mortar; mortars visit babies like storks; A nosedive of birth; birth as in ejecting; Ejecting as in worship Of a god as deaf as a Saint careening over Waterfalls in the 3rd World; The 3rd World lays south of earth; earth lays south of the sky; the Sky...

.... And that's what I reminded myself as I lay on my back like a tipped cow. At the bottom of a hole. In the Shenandoah. Just do whatever it takes. An annoyingly shimmery mountainscape and smugly chirping canopy bluebirds taunted me while I scrambled from the pit that deep-sixed my pride. I resented the log...

.... It was a mistake, he says. Two years in prison. I go back to the kitchen, sit on the stool. Eighteen months. He goes on. I ve never meant to hurt anyone. I lift my revolver, aim at SpongeBob s face. My organs seem to vibrate independently. I felt this way after I saw the crime scene photos of Paige. She lay...

... to a woman even if she wasn’t of age. Oriel walked her up and down the creek bank acting like he was instructing, but really was looking his eyes full and laying hands on her. Oriel is famous for laying hands on the Sisters at Holyfull, but up to when he baptized Cleo you wasn’t the uncle...

.... At the bottom of the lake was a fissure just wide enough for him to pass through. He emerged thrashing in a dark cave. The surface here was only water and air, no ice. He threw his arms onto a rocky ledge, then writhed and hauled the rest of his body up onto the stone floor. He lay there like a choking fish...

... the deeper snows to come, were anxious for food —​vulnerable. Fifteen fresh pelts were strung above my doorway. Their rich animal smell reminded me of the bear. I took them down and arranged them on the floor in a bear shape: legs, arms, head . . . Then I stripped and lay flat on my stomach...

... and down Cody doesn t know no one who knows so much as Dirty. Not anyone could show you God but Dirty. Hard to believe anyone could have recognized God before Dirty. Dirty plucked a stone out the murk and tossed it into the river. There it lay in the middle of the water, well above the surface. Cody asked...

... on. “It’s all just a pile of shit, if you ask me.” I didn’t get it at first, so dad gestured with his hands toward the actual pile of shit that lay in front of him. Then we both laughed and howled until our faces hurt and our eyes watered, at what...

... cracked rear window he's afraid will break into factories. I won't lay an aluminum oath over my heart. Pitiful it is to receive certainty like a gift, and I will not clutch an idolized identity if it means betraying my violent, avant-garde birth. If I must babysit the hours in search for the present...

... under my finger pads with a soft electronic click and signs “Sincerely yours.” On Sunday nights I shine my shoes, check the soles for holes, press my shiny suit and pack a lunch. I set the clock and my hair, lay out clothes I’ll wear. Crawl in bed...

.... Where’s fairness, walking into cannons? Such debates we had at school. Here, once distance windage came, the job was mine for I could always shoot. Honor lay unmentioned. This rifle’s true twenty times beyond a musket. From those rocks there he’s hit enough of ours. I’ve...

... exclusion should, in the public arena, override claims of people who can’t lay claim to that status. The guiding principle is that status should not determine one’s standing within the public sphere. Cerniglia One of the things I find interesting about your book, which is about theory...