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Portrait Of An American Artist (Growing Older), David Konitzer Jan 1965

Portrait Of An American Artist (Growing Older), David Konitzer

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The Grave, Carol Bryant Jan 1965

The Grave, Carol Bryant

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D AVID reached up, pulling his favorite card from the stack on top of the desk. It was white, with gold letters above the picture of Jesus. He couldn't read the words, but he knew what they said. "In Sympathy." He said it out loud, enjoying the sound of the long word, and proud that he could say it correctly. He looked at the rest of the cards, then turned to his mother. "There must have been a lot of people who liked Gran'pa."


Departure, K.P. Kaiser Jan 1965

Departure, K.P. Kaiser

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looking back far behind, i see my road stretched from mind to mind until each individual, no longer distinguishable, blends with his group and each group with the Mass...


In Composition, Paul Kratoska Jan 1965

In Composition, Paul Kratoska

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Oh come, insipid muse, and lend your aid To my reluctant pen, that I may end Quickly this tiresome task, a chore to jade A far more willing heart than I do lend To it. We two must find that moment's pause In time when did beget Mediocrity On plain Anonymity the formal cause Of my poor diatribe—child Apathy. With him, save callous fate, had ended all, But on a common afternoon did find In dandelion fields of early fall Innocuity our Apathy. His mind She did confound, and on that simple ground Began, though neither cared, the ...


The Shark Killer, James Witham Jan 1965

The Shark Killer, James Witham

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Who's He?, Carol Abel Jan 1965

Who's He?, Carol Abel

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My brother was waiting for me outside the courthouse at 5:00. He leaned across the seat and opened the car door for me. "Hi, Cynthia, do you have enough books there?" he laughed...


Growing Pains, Sue Ethington Jan 1965

Growing Pains, Sue Ethington

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Epithanation, Tessie Wolff Jan 1965

Epithanation, Tessie Wolff

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I blame it on the vague and fleeting dusk. Shrugging, We watch the limp tissue of day compress, Crushed like a soiled sheet on the feeble sky...


Shadows In The Sun, Dell Nett Jan 1965

Shadows In The Sun, Dell Nett

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The white autumn sunlight turned Bernard's study into patches of light and shadow. On the wall, opposite the volumes of theology, hung a portrait of Christ, his head crowned with thorns...


You Oceans Both, Lynette Andresen Jan 1965

You Oceans Both, Lynette Andresen

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She stood in the doorway, wondering why she was slightly disappointed in what she saw. Everything was as she had left it, except more pronounced...


Freedom Bound, June Wehrman Jan 1965

Freedom Bound, June Wehrman

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Jean concentrated on the irregular wooden railroad planks. Sometimes she could take in two in a long stride, sometimes three. It made her mind whirl after a while to watch those planks fly under her feet...


Upon Reading Sartre's La Nausee, Neil Nelson Jan 1965

Upon Reading Sartre's La Nausee, Neil Nelson

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I believe God breathed into me the breath of life. i question does God have halitosis?


Bohemienne, David Oshel Jan 1965

Bohemienne, David Oshel

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Sure, I can leave here any time I want to. I'm not tied down. The rent's paid. I don't have to stay here, if that's what you mean...


Sad Butt, Michael J. Leonard Jan 1965

Sad Butt, Michael J. Leonard

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In this dogma eat dogma world a teacher out of the milk of human kindness blithely homogenizes gifts and attitudesandinterests leaving only pastic tins of yogurt...


What To Do, Little Man, Kathy Jacobsen Jan 1965

What To Do, Little Man, Kathy Jacobsen

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What's wrong, little man? You plop along in the hot dust. Each step stirs tiny clouds of gray mist. That tuneless hum and listless gait betray you...


Father, Jane Johnson Jan 1965

Father, Jane Johnson

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Sunday: I sit and watch him go to praise the Lord in truth. His simple clothes are torn from toil; the brimmed old hat has yearly borne the sweat of summer planting and harvest days...


1944-1964, Tessie Wolff Jan 1965

1944-1964, Tessie Wolff

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You tell me of bodies shoveled ten deep in this green valley; father's fresh wounds swabbed with thick brine till he died; a hungry child shot for stealing their garbage...


Haiku, Paul Kratoska Jan 1965

Haiku, Paul Kratoska

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Haiku poetry, although relatively unknown in America, is a very significant part of the culture and heritage of Japan...


The Few Who Find, Larry Edson Jan 1965

The Few Who Find, Larry Edson

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The air is heavy in the small room. It mingles with the floating dust and draws small beads of sweat to the face of the child squatting beside the low bed...


Little Wonder, Michael J. Leonard Jan 1965

Little Wonder, Michael J. Leonard

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Where oh where has my little god gone? The archives say he's behind the blue. Page thirty-seven of Dreams and Sex calls him the red drive comprising you...


The Story Of Randa Bayama, Christos Soccopoulos Jan 1965

The Story Of Randa Bayama, Christos Soccopoulos

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With his golden flute pressed between his lips His fingers ready to start dancing on the holes Walked Randa Bayama the snake charmer Under the tall trees in search of the queen cobra...


This, Too, Shall Pass Away, Lin Randolph Jan 1965

This, Too, Shall Pass Away, Lin Randolph

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The quiet of the July night is broken by the gentle reverberating echo of the midnight bell. Glancing off dirty brick buildings, striking ash cans, squeezing through knotholes in boards nailed over windows of abandoned structures, it reaches Poplar Street...


Sometime, Eleanor Fernelius Jan 1965

Sometime, Eleanor Fernelius

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Sometime has an ache... the dirty gray scream of bars against a sky...


Only A Cigarette, Dee Mctague Jan 1965

Only A Cigarette, Dee Mctague

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I lift my cigarette. In habitual man-gesture, He pats his pockets, Then takes the matches from the table. Our eyes meet As he strikes awareness To illumination...


The Dropping Of A Bird Or- The True Story Of The Disembowelment Of Curdia, Betty Schampfer Jan 1965

The Dropping Of A Bird Or- The True Story Of The Disembowelment Of Curdia, Betty Schampfer

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"Your Highness, I realize I am your Minister of Offensive Defense, but I do indeed hope I never have another assignment like this one."


A Letter Home, Martin Legion Jan 1965

A Letter Home, Martin Legion

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Dear Father: I am tired. I walk the streets from here to there with a weight on my soles that is dragging me into the earth. I wonder why the people can not see what my shoulders carry, the mass that makes me tired at the end of a day when I have done nothing.


Nice, Carol Bryant Jan 1965

Nice, Carol Bryant

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The sweat of hundreds of beings grew and spread in -*• the August heat, smothering the city. Blocks of concrete and glass cut off the slight breezes from surrounding Iowa fields, and the air was choked and flat.


Morning Coffee, Sonja Hall Jan 1965

Morning Coffee, Sonja Hall

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Blue Faille Purse, Norma Smith Jan 1965

Blue Faille Purse, Norma Smith

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The Sick Bay Bee, Bill Vint Jan 1965

The Sick Bay Bee, Bill Vint

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