ISSUES | fall 1987
10.3 (Fall 1987)
Featuring the work of Nicholas Christopher, Killarney Clary, Theodore Dreiser, Donald Finkel, Maria Flook, Eamon Grennan, Fred Haefele, G. W. Hawkes, John Meredith Hill, Lewis Horne, Lynda Hull, Richard Jackson, Kerry Johanssen, Ken Kalfus, Nina Kennedy, Daryl Lane, Syndey Lea, David Zane Mairowitz, Kevin McIlvoy, Howard Nemerov, Alicia Ostriker, Molly Peacock, Shannon Ravenel, James Ulmer, Bruce Weigl…and an interview with William Gass.
CONTENT FROM THIS ISSUE
Fiction
Dec 06 2011
Hector Composes a Circular Letter to His Friends to Announce His Survival of an Earthquake, 7.8 on the Richter Scale
Mexico City. 23 September, 1985
Dear David,
Knowing that a letter from me has slightly more chance of reaching you across the world than one sent to me here (my local post office is a heap of stone), I’m preempting your question and (I trust) your concern by making the following announcement: I AM ALIVE.
Poetry
Sep 01 1987
That Leaf
The text of this poem is currently not available online.
Poetry
Sep 01 1987
Windfalls
The text of this poem is currently not available online.
Poetry
Sep 01 1987
Two Poems
The text of this poem is currently not available online.
Poetry
Sep 01 1987
Who We Are, and Where
The text of this poem is currently not available online.
Interviews
Sep 01 1987
An Interview with William Gass
The text of this interview is currently not available online.
Fiction
Sep 01 1987
Anyuta
Every sunday during winter all the townspeople emerged after an early dinner to walk along the main street.
Nonfiction
Sep 01 1987
Poets on Music
Featuring the short essays: Billie Holiday and Lester Young on “Me, Myself, and I” by William Matthews A.P. and E.D. by Charles Wright Ben Webster by Ira Sadoff Bob Dylan… read more
Poetry
Sep 01 1987
Poetry Feature: Eamon Grennan
“The Cycle of Their Lives”
“Walking to Work”
“Traveller”
“Conjunctions”
“A Lack of Epitaphs”
Fiction
Sep 01 1987
His Brother
Today, the road to town is widened. Sidewalks, service stations, 7-Elevens fill the space where alfalfa fields and orange groves once spread.
Poetry
Sep 01 1987
from Beyond Despair
The text of this poem is currently not available online.
Poetry
Sep 01 1987
Elegy for My Grandmother
The text of this poem is currently not available online.
Poetry
Sep 01 1987
Counting in Chinese
The text of this poem is currently not available online.
Nonfiction
Sep 01 1987
Cane
We squatted in a circle on the wet surface of the paramo and took turns drinking from a single glass. The place was high and cold; a thick mist, called “neblina” by the Andean mestizos, made visibility beyond a few meters impossible.
Poetry
Sep 01 1987
Woodpecker
The text of this poem is currently not available online.
Poetry
Sep 01 1987
Found Poem
The text of this poem is currently not available online.
Fiction
Sep 01 1987
Partners
It was the hottest summer in ten years and the woods were dry as paper. There were hundreds of burns up and down the Rockies and still days, which was most of them, a think haze hing over Missoula from fires as far as fifty miles.
Poetry
Sep 01 1987
Oosh
The text of this poem is currently not available online.
Poetry
Sep 01 1987
Bodies of Water
The text of this poem is currently not available online.
Poetry
Sep 01 1987
Aerogramme
The text of this poem is currently not available online.
Poetry
Sep 01 1987
Poetry Feature: Alicia Ostriker
“Hating the World”
“Boil”
Fiction
Sep 01 1987
The Total Stranger
He walked slowly and apperently speculatively, as well as dubiously eastward, along the semi-tatterdemalion street in which at one time he and Mady (Amelia) had lived??or should he say, had existed??he and she, and for reason of what? His wish? Hers?
Fiction
Sep 01 1987
An Earthquake in China
I can’t remember now if it’s Richie Cort who was the kid with Leukemia and Burt Green who is the baseball star, or whether it’s the other way around. My eyes sting in the cathode ray shower gushing from my video display termial, ink from the disintegrating papers scattered about the newsroom clogs my pores, the desk is screaming for copy??but I’m not even sure if I’m Stanley Besserman the newspaper reporter.
Fiction
Sep 01 1987
Second Hands (1970)
I think the worst coward can ignore fear even when it sweeps over and over you like the second hand of a clock. I’m platoon leader, and pretty much the worst coward in my outfit, so on a mine-sweep operation I’ll try to think of something that I can picture whole and concentrate on completely.
Nonfiction
Sep 01 1987
Outpost Editing, Backwoods Publishing
I’ve been staring at these four words now for too long, doing so with rising panic. My initial plan, put into play over a month ago, had been to tell you about my own experiences??I’ve had a long string of jobs in all sorts of publishing, both outpost and establishment.
Poetry
Sep 01 1987
The Black Hose
The text of this poem is currently not available online.
Fiction
Sep 01 1987
Throwback
“Yank.”
“Here,” I said, and set cigar smoke in motion.