Fiction
… letter in the hope that you will recognize yourself and come forward and give me a hint. I notice that I have … me, since, as far as I could tell, it concerned some fine points of medical billing seen from the physician’s point of … voice carried through the quarter-full bus: the perfect audience size. I think it was the word menses that finally …
… Marryat and Defoe: it was that, of course, but it was also a great deal more than an imitation of either Defoe or … seems to me a mediocre calamity. No matter: there is no common law of literature which compels a writer to get better and better, year after year. …
… When the Soldiers Come Back About ten million Americans, if we split Brigadier … give and take. In his mind will be dissolved many a false conception nurtured by nationalism, especially about … When the Soldiers Come Back …
Poetry
… and mystery, monotony and madness. How many have died in this salty sea, what does it mean to seek a lesser …
… him, and so over the course of the year Anderson had become adept at driving with his eyes near the ground. … the speed pressed against her breasts, making her even giddier than the camphor, even more than the rush of stone … the openings her boots had plowed through the snow. 248-266 By W. D. Wetherell …
… percent Gentile when I first started selling bagels there 26 years ago. I assure you this was long before any of the … to her with a flourish of my other hand that could have accompanied the gift of a jewel. That Gentile lady left with a … that these were Gentile customers, after all, not all the ladies wore crosses and in a bakery you don’t have an …