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...M. L. Krishnan M. L. Krishnan Six Steps Toward Consecration 1. Once Full It began when she was seen that afternoon. But perhaps it began even earlier, when she survived her own infanticide, when the milky latex traveled down the conch of her baby throat and she swallowed it hun- grily, gurgling...

...Melinda Wilson Melinda Wilson Dance for Me You Six-Plumed Bird of Paradise So I take off even my socks, climb onto the countertop and mimic beauty like I’m not a bag stuffed with gizzard and bone. But it doesn’t feel right. In the wild, only the males...

...Dan Morris © 2016 Dan Morris 2016 Dan Morris A Lesson from Nature In the woods, up the hill, behind my house, at age six, I found a hole in the ground, quarter size, emitting and receiving yellow jackets. They flowed like an open faucet, all about the day’s...

... job where you can keep your hash pipe in a baggie in the dumpster behind the store and volunteer to take out trash six nights a week and get paid to get stoned off your ass. And I think things can’t get worse for Ann until the night when the cashier who I’ve always thought was beautiful...

... is roughly ten minutes long. Avery can watch six of them in a single sitting, almost without blinking. She would likely be able to watch many more, but I ve never let her go that long. She s only four and still has to be reminded to use the bathroom sometimes. I ate another piece of chocolate and looked...

... wondered. They'll forget about it in a week. They won't remember this bear when they're forty, surely. Thoughts like these went back and forth in my mind. No matter the shape, size, or weight, I knew I could take care of them better than any six-year-old could. A six-year-old couldn't recognize...

... pays for its book publishing. From what I know about publishing, journals are attractive because subscriptions get paid up front, sometimes a year or more before an issue might come out, whereas with books the return comes in six months to a year after a book is published. Wissoker It's...

..., I had an open mind. Young mothers stay close to their sons forever. “It’s his birthday,” I whispered to the sales kid, whose name tag said DENIS. “Well, you came to the right place.” Tommy smiled back at Denis, his face full of impossible expec- tations. He had six packages now...

..., airbladders ruptured. One Veterans Day they creeled one hundred and twenty-three native brook trout from Whitehorse Run. The legal limit was six. Fried them popping with ramps and potatoes and ate them from the skillet like smelt, bone and eye and all, till the boys passed out gorged and greasy round...

... Rockettes number. Her cigarette rested in the ashtray, smoldering, embroidering the air. She sank her mouth into the mound of peppermint stick and giggled, the sweet snot fluttering in her nose. The crates banged around in back, begging release, jackhammering in stacks six-high, but Hal had secured...

... words.) But I know now that you re not married because you live alone on Middle Street and you stay at school until six and you usually buy your meals at the co-op on your way home, and I m pretty sure they re microwavable and only serve food for one. For awhile, I didn t think you were worth observing...

... lives, teaches, parents, gardens, founders, and glows in Holland, Michigan. Robert Cording teaches English and creative writing at College of the Holy Cross, where he is the Barrett Professor of Creative Writing. He has published six collections of poems. His latest is Walking with Ruskin...

..., a southern spiritual, I guessed, and then Rabbi Goldfine began a Chassidic chant, the kind generally accompanied by clarinet, and elderly Mrs. Booth— You can imagine how this must have sounded, an awful cacophony of five or six patients all singing...

... encircles and rises past as, down here, I inhale the sour odor of rain on dry asphalt —a scent dense as a mown hayfield’s Five months in an auto parts warehouse, three in a tire dealership, six weeks on a roadside brushing contract Also...

... continued to melt, we found ourselves saying, Damn this place is cold. Because of the cold, we built a space heater the size of Texas. Six of them and a generator. A drive-in movie theater. A roller rink that played eighties music...

... room, at the unconcerned child unclasping her hand, exhibiting a citrine guinea-pig through framed fingers, tiny and still. City of Jewels. You asked for letters to be left on your bed; of course, spell out orange six-petaled tears onto the face of a child, some troubled years older now. It’s...

..., profits trickling in six weeks a year like the tingle of an amputee’s phantom limb. Yet another narrator tells us the patron saint of cancer, St. Peregrine, was healed by a vision of Christ, but there is no Holy Ghost willing to heal an amputee. Do you think the body...

... six hundred pounds of it, her arms raised —​like the dancing bear I saw in Bar­ num Bailey’s Fantastic Roadshow when I was a boy. But this was no dancing bear. She was a grizzly. Eight feet tall and used to having her way in the world. Her dinner-plate paws thrashed apples from my apple...

... 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 months...

... asking me who your father was it was fair week Pink tank top trails pink flip-flops, blue lights flash over the grassy lot You must be thirty-six inches or accompanied by adult ...