...Daniel Lassell Daniel Lassell Mom Woke to a Coyote Staring in Her Window And now I hear the pack, wayward, yipping along the fences, the llamas pastures. I hurl myself with my siblings down a long string of gravel into darkness without a weapon, only our yelling. We tumble our arms into air...

...Will Dolben [email protected] © 2023 Will Dolben 2023 Will Dolben Staring at a Mountain I see myself in the attic, notice my mother s rotary cutter on the desk. This is 20 years ago I m new to mental illness. The sky is blue with various clouds. A house that survived the fire...

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... though you ve never taken it out, you imagine it smells like the antique store your mom sometimes drags you to. You spend a lot of time staring at this map its beige continents, names scrawled in ink that spill out into the seas, a menagerie of hand-drawn belugas and orcas and baleens. Fingers hovering...

... inky skin blends in with the sea, except for his luminous white chin. He stares at me without speaking. When I raise my head to catch the scent of my pack, I see that I am on an ice floe, alone in the middle of the Arctic. It is cold and dark again. I am chained to nothing. Alpha of nothing...

... tonight? Figure pacing behind curtain; I m stalked I tell him, come in, give me a bite. What color is the drain-forest tonight? What sounds wash from my hair? I tell him, come in, give me a bite. Pull back plastic veil / full-body stare. What sounds wash from my hair? Feel cucumber melon bombs / cherry...

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..., pointing out the exempt cathode tube, the flaccid plug. What medium is it? one artist wisecracks. We stare some more at the monitor's screen the way its camera stared at the same dull scene for fifteen years, and listen to the sculptor describe in technical terms how...

... while I stared at a row of wooden geese with artificial gold-plated wings flying across the manila wall, suffering through a ruthless, two-hour critique of my shooting, my defense, my passing and rebounding— even my timeout huddle posture. You didn’t need...

...David Salner © 2007 the minnesota review 2007 13 David Salner The Best Summer He makes coffee and has the junkyard all to himself. The sun dries out the steel hoods as he stares at the tires sunk flat...

..., walking beside flowering creepers and giant termite mounds, and hopping excitedly over sloth bear feces. When Igra had asked her what she would do if a tiger emerged from behind a tree trunk and stared into their faces, she said she would run towards it to distract the animal, giving Igra some...

... stare at her with folded arms while she drank, and when he couldn t take it anymore, he d stomp out of the carport, angrily kicking pieces of gravel into the yard. I think all those dead animals were starting to get to him. He d worked at Animal Control since leaving the marines, minnesota review 94...

... because she is allergic to mozzie bites and thinking about it gives her the phantom itches. The girl likes hearing her dad tell a story from ten years later, after he arrived in Australia, about how he used to stare at a microwave as it warmed a meat pie; how it was his first time seeing one of those...

...? He’s not even looking up.” My father, Jack Marsh, blinks on and off and on again. He stares at me like he’s sleeping, and I have to stare back to see if he’s unconscious most days now. “So now the clown knows he’s in trouble. And he’s desperate. So he says all quiet-like, ‘Hold your...

... followed the group through the dimmed inte- rior of the house, through three cramped rooms, shrouded in blan- kets, to a parlor off the kitchen. A gauze of yellowed curtains covered the windows. Chatter built as adults crowded in. Dirty and Cody, stuck in the hall, despaired, staring at the backs...

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...,” “ma’am,” “you,” and “ummm.” I have drunk cups of coffee that tasted like burned pennies. I have driven sixty-seven miles without moving the steering wheel. I have seen a foamy glob of spit floating on top of my soup. I have eaten my best meal at Applebee’s. I have stared down into the silver orb...

... the store, and we have to tell her dad that right away, so he knows we didn’t spend any of his money. He’s already pretty sore about me staying with them while my dad is out driving his truck. He glares at me during dinner, and all I can do is stare at his big brown mus- tache and think about how...

... into the twilight, and you mentioned a Frost poem —​how people come to the sea and stare out across it at nothing. I looked at the chewed up forest behind us, at the gnarled cagey branches of toppled trees at the back of the beach, at the strange botanical architecture of dead, dried palmetto fronds...

... neighborhood would be shot, and then we would not be smirking so much. It is generally allowed that in these situations it is best to avert one’s eyes, but I stared directly at the man as I might stare at a particularly repulsive insect that is sequestered behind a pane of strong glass. At last the man...