Fiction | June 01, 1987
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When his wife died John Tilden sold the house and moved into an apartment across town. It was a nice apartment near a neighborhood park like those one finds scattered through every city. A bus stopped at the corner.
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10.2 (Summer 1987)
Featuring the work of Will Baker, Steve Bauer, Don Bogen, Richard Cecil, Alice Denham, Richard Dokey, Robert Farnsworth, Anne Fleming, Sandra Gilbert, Brenda Hillman, Andrew Hudgins, T. R. Hummer, Robert Juarroz, Jackson Lears, Philip Levine, Gardner McFall, Pablo Neruda, Lowrey Pei, Joanna Scott, Arthur Smith, Dave Smith, Maura Stanton, D. E. Steward, Henry David Thoreau, Barton Wilcox, Alan Williamson, Anne Winters…and an interview with Richard Ford.
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