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El Día de los Difuntos
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Wedding Party
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Where did you hear me in this cold… Where did I bring names and contra-names into the story, into this account out of poverty, my specter… My Word picked sheep, pigs, whipped oxen in calf, drank from the back of the cow… in thousand-year-old books my father’s plow scarred the stars back and forth… Read more
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The Country Will Bring Us No Peace
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Blackberries
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Out under yellow bulbs at a long weathered table, Zoyd found himself trying to help Flash with the shock of meeting so many in-laws in one place, both men from time to time looking around fearfully, like unarmed visitors in a jungle clearing, as out beyond this particular patch of light Traverses and Beckers went… Read more
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Mambo No. 5
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The match could not have been more perfect: our two closest friends in the world — my best friend of fifteen years, your former college roommate, both simultaneously single at last. After half a decade of half-secret crushes, missed connections and ill-timed rendezvous, the timing was finally right. And a month later it was over. Read more
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A Dense Microcosm
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Infinite Explosions
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Robert Coover died two weeks ago. My dear wife took the opportunity to pick up an early anniversary/consolation gift for me, courtesy of Lorne Bair: a copy of The Water Pourer, an excised chapter from Coover’s first novel The Origin of the Brunists published on its own in a highly limited edition of 350 copies. Read more
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Soon We’ll Be Eating
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Somewhere Far North
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It is a light blue moonless summer evening, but late, perhaps ten o’clock, with Venus burning hard in daylight, so we are certainly somewhere far north, and standing on this balcony, when from beyond along the coast comes the gathering thunder of a long many-engined freight train, thunder because though we are separated by this… Read more
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