[…] most these remarks are intended to show is “interest trends,” and Snell only suggests that more re search on this topic would be interesting and desirable. I believe that Snell would be perfectly happy […]
[…] the terrestrial kingdom as he had ever been. The boy recited the poem, his preadolescent voice sometimes breaking almost bass, then cracking into boyish alto. Even in his nadir, Vernie thought that, despite the […]
[…] come too because they had a roommate, and he understood the German words mixed in with the English. The patched and broken windows glimmered in the weapons carrier headlights, and the moon shone down […]
[…] it’s June. Elaine woke to a chorus of canyon wrens and tottered off with the binoculars in search of them. She found one too, through her right lens, singing its heart out. Mornings are […]
When Danny DiLorenzo got up to speak I was thinking about how I could loosen my tie. My mother makes me wear one, and after an hour my body fights back. I stand in front…
Shortly after sunrise Otis Wadby was driving to work in Circleville. He stayed nights with his son in Junction, his wife having expelled him from his home in Circleville because he had taken up with…
[…] three days later. “You are Estevan Aju’s father?” he asked. “Yes.” “I’ve come from Tecpan.” “You have news of Estevan—is he all right?” The missionary looked down, shook his head. “Dead,” he said. “Muerto?” […]
[…] be the last straw for Melissa, but he was the one. She had already endured beyond her breaking point. The mud, the wind. Anomie. Isolation. Death came to her as a natural consequence, a […]
[…] know really if they were or not. After we got here, he forbade us to learn any English, to go out of the house or to let anyone in. Even the others from Mexico […]
[…] grandmother sat down and talked to his mother in Polish, while his father and grandfather conversed in English. His father, a Mormon from Utah, had to do most of the talking. The boy was […]