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Where the World Had Gilt Upon It
… the World Had Gilt Upon It Anew england salt-water farm comes about as near Arcady as any piece of earth one can … muscles that it took all of half an hour for the old cat to die, for me to come to the full stop and so surrender my … spoiled the grass for acres. After the tarring, came the shoals of fish on the wharves and silver flakes on everything. …
Poetry
Neil Azevedo, Where Are You?
… By late 2004, he seemed poised for a breakthrough. His upcoming line-up included: a second book by New England Review … that Zoo had gone completely out of business, the press’s website continues to offer updated information on upcoming … measure of posting an open letter on the Kenyon Review website, informing their readers that Priscilla Sneff’s …
Memories of Women
… with a foreword by J. M. Barrie. New York: E. P. Dutton and Company. $3.75. World Without End. By Helen Thomas. New … us have never known he owned, a charm which reduced his soldiers to incoherent tears at sight of him. Not only the … she has worked hitherto with her toes, which she calls her “points,” rather than with her brain. Her story is, I am …
Poetry
Still Life on Mars
… will bear in the red air. They  don’t. Before the snail dies (and it dies in “One Mississippi”) the peaches liquefy,  the grapes, …                         We paint it  anyway, going slow to compensate for our  ridiculous gloves, stiff necks, the dim …
Fiction
Dead Dog Lying
… the First United Episcopal Methodist Church and has just become president of the Junior League. She can solve any … his bare feet and thinks about how to get out of this. He points to Nathan with dead seriousness. “ He lost it.” … pop the latch.” “Yeah,” Carlee says, “I think my A/C just died.” Carl lifts the hood and waves his hands to clear the …
Little Monkey Eyes
… polite little titters, that Gilbert couldn’t tell were false. After dinner Cookie left them at the table and went to … was that he never flushed the toilet. “It’s not right,” she complained to her mother, her voice shaking. “You know it’s … addressing only her mother. “Everybody suffers. Everybody dies. Very sad. Very tragic. A tragedy.” “I bet you read …