.... Somehow you always have enough for cheap wine and somehow it tastes like gold. In this version, your face is unlined. In this version, everything is yet to happen. minnesota review 82 (2014) DOI 10.1215/00265667-2410000  © 2014 Catherine Pierce 52 ...

... least a buck in my pocket to pay the driver and if not, a briefcase, which says I’m good for it. That was, somehow, miserable to admit. I’m only telling you this because you’re reading a poem, probably spend perfectly good bar nights feeling the world deeply with...

...Carey McHugh Copyright © 2020 Carey McHugh 2020 Carey McHugh Where in Body Is DNA The vertebrae the riverbed the turkey at its own beheading digging at all this life recalls a need to pretend we remember what we wanted in the last life sleet and rust are somehow born from the same cold...

... songs that perch in ocotillos. The Blue Angels rip the runway, vibrating clay down bluffs where gnatcatchers hide their cactus wool. Helicopters practice drawing circles. Men cast in sewage for tilapia somehow living. The Alamo collects selenium in leftover Halloween bags and streaks into the desert to...

..., December, January, and long past February into March, even April. And yet it is possible, I’ll see her again in June with a pair of spotted fawns, awaiting what she does not know is, somehow, a tomato. © 2014 Robert Wrigley 2014 ...

... bless me every night, even if I don’t remember them when late summer sun comes harshly through the blinds, even when I walk the street and double over because I finally know, somehow, in the previous night’s dream I watched water rise and rise around me until I just gave up...

... And tells the story of duration- How long to lunch? Will this rain never end? Am I nearer the middle Or the end of this story? To buy a watch, I also know, Is a small thing. It's a conceit to think that I could help somehow If I had the right tool, Or its absence would...

... corpulent,   and fled. Imagine we were never wrong: Wouldn’t our prized humanity suffer something ineradicable, a loss   of stature somehow embedded within our very inconsequence? Isn’t it wrong to be right all the time, to be sure   and sufficient as a stone...

..., waiting because I have an inchoate sense that this is life, and that New Jersey is not, is in fact the holding pen before life, where life —​bull with its balls tied too tightly —​somehow doesn’t yet buck. minnesota review 80 (2013) DOI 10.1215/00265667-2016688  © 2013...

... had only three months left. But perhaps karma will take care of it somehow, like when the one nice cashier, who Ann thinks is a slut and doesn’t know defended her, the minnesota review tells the stock boy, “Steve, don’t think that couldn’t happen to your girlfriend...

... read about this recently somewhere, I think. Online, some familiar headline in the middle of the night when I couldn t sleep, worried I d somehow done irreparable damage to my reproductive abilities by riding a bike and resting the laptop on my lap all these years. These babies were an option for...

... interest in power and social justice but resenting its relative silence on issues of class. “Somehow,” Russo and Linkon note, “liberal and leftist politics and the social movements of the 1960s led to an academic culture that pays relatively careful [attention to] race...

... a disappointment as lakes go, very much akin to claiming a mud puddle is somehow a pond. The water looks unclean and is clouded with algae near the edges. Here and there a scum of cream-colored bubbles floats atop the water, like foam on a badly poured beer. The only signs of life are crusty...

... liberal thought, such as labor shortages or anti-liberal traditions, contributed to the existence of race-based slavery. Another posits social injustice as somehow inherent to liberalism, with slavery serving as a symptom of liberalism rather than a contradiction. Riss insists that both...

... introduction hoping to create cohesion among a far-flung collection of essays; and a survey of the field. Is this a movement? No. Or rather: not yet. For now some- thing interesting happens. Enter Brzezinski. We have a critic, and the critic somehow sees the existence of a movement with all the...

... teachers would be unwise to overlook the value of this little book. For in our discipline’s reaction against the formalisms of the past, we are sometimes led to deny that forms exist at all, happily content that students will somehow acquire academic forms on their own...

.... * * * I made a show of throwing it away. I carried the hat downstairs to the dumpster behind the apartment. Then I went down the alley and put it in the trunk of my car instead. I couldn t say exactly what had got- ten into me. Just a feeling, I guess. The hat seemed special somehow: an unearthly anomaly...

.... “A” was Jack London. “D” was Margaret Mitchell. The correct answer was “B.” I don’t remember what “C” was. My DOT didn’t have computers back in 1980, but somehow I’d passed the permit test using only a stubby bowling pencil provided in a cardboard box on the...

... that, while staring out of the window on one morning in London, “a single leaf detached itself from the plane tree at the end of the street and . . . somehow it was like a signal falling, a signal pointing to a force in things which one had overlooked” (83). Entering the “fluid mass of our...

... because of their deep love for their mates and babies. But —​how do we define “love”? Most humans would probably claim love is more than simply the desire to protect and spread our genetics. But is it? Are we humans deluding ourselves by believing our emotions are somehow more pure and abstract...