... of Daniel (1971) and Marge Piercy’s eponymous heroine in her novel Vida (1979). Fictional characters loosely based on such activist-fugitives as Bernardine Dohrn abound in more recent works as well. Meredith “Merry” Levov, in Philip Roth’s American Pastoral (1997), is no doubt the best known, but radical...

... the acceptance of alternative, even enchanted realities; like certain strains of modern analytic philosophy and science fiction, it posits possible worlds and builds them out from within by acts of intellection, extended metaphorical conceits, and provisional bids for our faith. More than the result of a loose...

...Dorsey Craft © 2016 Dorsey Craft 2016 Dorsey Craft Sonnet for the Instructor at Verticality Pole Fitness in Houston, TX The pole dance class is on: tonight at eight. To loose our hips for shaking, we spin a screw through the cork, a bottle of white, talk...

... the water came to lap at the joists, the transoms. Puffs of cottony insulation worked loose and plied the water, soggy and dark pink as salmon. All the items of the attic swirled around him, caught him about the face and neck. On went the camp light and he hooked it over a loose nail and set about...

... —​he could not tolerate the company of anarchists. Defiant A man entered our train car selling loose Newport cigarettes at 50 cents each. A woman, announcing herself as a social worker, told the man that it was illegal to sell loose cigarettes on the train, a law that ought...

... of the Santillos’ act, the light would be scalding, birthing new blisters in his callused palms. He swung the light to Mr. Santillo first, exposing his taut arms and sinewy chest, his loose pants and his tanned feet, but the display was only momentary. He swiveled to Yuliana, and the same old plummet...

...Megan Pinto Copyright © 2020 Megan Pinto 2020 Megan Pinto Elephant Grief Damini in her cage is lonely. Gray skin loose over her heavy bones. Sometimes her trunk touches the bare dirt oor. Tonight, like all the nights before, she searches for the body of her stillborn calf. Tonight, only...

... And I feel great! Because a skeleton isn’t sad Though he drums his drum with some other skeleton’s Femurs! The absence of a brain is like A party hat. The mind’s a cat. When it’s away Or dead, all the bones get loose and play. Down deep, there is a thing in me that feels...

... and I think YOU’RE THE MOST COLLAPSING WALL. Your notes are the cuffs of your ankles. Your notes are secrets you keep really secret. Your belt sometimes hangs loose around your waist and when I taste you I taste the bag of leaves left too long in the refrigerator. I wilt with you until you...

... the father by apologizing to his teeth. The earth tensed and moaned. Dirt cracked and the kids were silent. The kids’ heads rat- tled like lightbulbs with filaments loose, same as how father once rattled them. The earth apologized by releasing a cloud. It smelled of rotting fish. A rotting fish...

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... hungry gnats. Her whole body shakes, arm spins like an old catapult. The loosely woven stitch of her life explodes on the sidewalk: liverwurst, jar of mayo, milk, bread—the kind that's thin, dry and full of dye...

... by the tick in a well-lit box. Beside me, my fellows lift their heads to scan the horizon, breathe the air. Cut off from feed, barred from warmth, we’ve pulled on coats over shorn shoulders, jumped the fence. Here, on the loose, the sky...

... on the toilet, loving you. The last time I saw you scalds then goes icy. No warm. While you smile loose bricks, while you spill love songs onto her continuous mattress the last time I saw you mounts another moonchrome breastbone. Aimed for the peak of not us and no us. minnesota review 86 (2016...

...Claire Christoff Claire Christoff Midnight Rambler after Allen Ginsberg Mick Jagger is shopping for vegetables and he is the hottest girl I ve ever seen a rainbow of loose pills in his pockets, a smirk on those obscene lips. Totally evil. He examines a tomato, then puts it back, grabs another...

... damn thing without a degree, her coal-shoveling sugar daddy that pays the bills while his wife blows twenties and other men. He believes it after hours in the dark, wary of rock fall and loose women that laugh in the tunnels and run their nails up someone else’s back...

... after all), three chick- ens, countless outdoor cats, and whole barns of horses add up to? Life cycles of learning compassion and neglect. II. Lizards compress their lungs as they sprint, squeezing the air alternately with each twist of their bodies. Once, my sister and I let our bearded dragons loose...

...- hide. Eighteen, the two of you smashed again, the quarrel this time About the relative ineptness of two local boxers: Dad in his stiff plaid shirt, collar unraveling, wet looseness to his eyes, A hard drunk's steel. But you would not burn again. You knew the key, the cabinet...