ISSUES | winter 1988
11.1 (Winter 1988)
Featuring work by Molly Bendall, Christopher Buckley, Peter Cooley, Catherine Dai, Gerald Duff, Robert Farnsworth, Bruce Guernsey, Brooks Haxton, Brenda Hillman, Linda Hogan, Andrew Hudgins, Rodney Jones, Margaret Kaufman, Jane Kenyon, Patrick McGrath, David Mura, Richard Robbins, Pattiann Rogers, Sharman Apt Russell, David R. Schanker, Joseph M. Schuster, Goran Sonnevi, Marcia Southwick, Gerald Stern, and the letters of Sinclair Lewis.
CONTENT FROM THIS ISSUE
Poetry
Dec 01 1988
Poetry Feature: Lawrence Raab
“Three Anecdotes About Death”
“Angels”
Features
Dec 01 1988
Fragments from a Marriage: Letters of Sinclair Lewis to Grace Hegger Lewis
This feature is not currently available online.
Poetry
Dec 01 1988
Poetry Feature: Pattiann Rogers
“The Dead Never Fight Against Anything”
“Taking Leave”
Poetry
Dec 01 1988
Widower
Poetry
Dec 01 1988
The Diary
Interviews
Dec 01 1988
An Interview with Kent Nelson
Poetry
Dec 01 1988
Flagstop
Poetry
Dec 01 1988
In the Form of Snow
Poetry
Dec 01 1988
Madrigal
Nonfiction
Dec 01 1988
Of Pins and Angels
Poetry
Jan 01 1988
There is Life That
This poem is not currently available online.
Fiction
Jan 01 1988
Blood and Water
Imagine first a dignified British butler holding aloft a very large teapot and, followed by a serving maid pushing with some difficulty a tea trolley containing cups and saucers and plates of cucumber sandwiches, advancing the length of a smooth and extensive lawn at the bottom of which flows a river, and on the bank of the river a large weeping willow tree, and in its shade six young people and an elderly dame reclining in arious postures opon tartan horse blankets and swatting idey at the flies. It is August 1936, a cloudless Friday afternoon, and England is at peace.
Poetry
Jan 01 1988
Red Light, Green Light
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Poetry
Jan 01 1988
Conversation with Mary Cassatt
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Poetry
Jan 01 1988
from Horae Paganicae
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Fiction
Jan 01 1988
Real Estate in New Jersey
It was a Friday night at the end of August, a mild night without a trace of humidity. There was not a breeze to be felt, and it could almost be said that it was a night without temperature, so still and comfortable was the air.
Poetry
Jan 01 1988
A Postcard in Memory of Donald Evans
Walking past a boatyard full of cradled sloops last night, I thought of you. Yellow portholes yielded the shoulders of somebody doing delicate work, floating perhaps, above a coast he… read more
Poetry
Jan 01 1988
The Goats
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Fiction
Jan 01 1988
Ruby's Gift
Ruby, who was married to Mother’s Uncle Bubba, stood in her stocking feet five foot ten inches, with masses of red hair and a pompadour that increased her stature to six feet when she sucked in her stomach, squared her shoulders and leveled her chin at the world. Her world was a small one, but it had all the ingredients needed for love and glory and backbiting and the like.
Poetry
Jan 01 1988
The Literalists
This poem is not currently available online.
Foreword
Jan 01 1988
Foreword
The stories in this issue represent major new talent in fiction.
Fiction
Jan 01 1988
The Fox Fairy at the FRA
I waited for him in front of the Fleet Reserve Association’s clubhouse, which towered conspicuously above the one-story shops on either side. When he arrived, it was beginning to rain. He parked his motorbike next to mine under the awning and we hurried to the door. A bunch of Chinese kids stood around, punked-out and looking like they had money to burn, but it was Saturday night and they would have a hard time getting in without a member’s help.
Fiction
Jan 01 1988
Aunt Moon's Young Man
That autumn when the young man came to town, there was a deep blue sky. On their way to the fair, the wagons creaked into town. One buckboard, driven by cloudy white horses, carried a grunting pig inside its wooden slates. Another had cages of chickens. In the heat, the chickens did not flap their wings. They sounded tired and old, and their shoulders drooped like old men.
Poetry
Jan 01 1988
Winter Retreat: Homage to Martin Luther King
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Poetry
Jan 01 1988
Neither English nor Spanish
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Nonfiction
Jan 01 1988
The Mimbres
THREE YEARS BEFORE my husband and I bought land on the Mimbres River, an unusual amount of winter snow and spring rain prompted what locals authoritatively called a “hundred-year flood.” That left us ninety-seven years. We were also reassured by the large dikes built by the Army Corps of Engineers between our agricultural field and the river-bed. These dense gray mounds of gravel, contained improbably with heavy mesh wire, were ten feet high, twelve feet at the base, and ugly. They efficiently blocked our view of the river which, at that time, was not much of a loss. Although things were to change quickly, when we came to southwestern New Mexico the price of copper stood high, unemployment was low, and–on our land–the Mimbres River stretched bone-dry.
Poetry
Jan 01 1988
Letters from Poston Relocation Camp (1942-1944)—Letter 2
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Poetry
Jan 01 1988
Work
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Poetry
Jan 01 1988
Looking Back
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Fiction
Jan 01 1988
Car Wash
Thief wonders if it will rain. There is the smell of it in the air. Miles to the west, beyond the town limits, a line of black, full-bellied clouds moves into the valley. He stand up from where he is working on his mother’s roof to look at them. Two blue jays flap angrily around him, swooping and scolding. Thief is trimming branches from the tree where they have their nest.
Poetry
Jan 01 1988
Homage to Canaletto
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Fiction
Jan 01 1988
The Motions of the Animals
“That one yonder is the head dog then?” said B.J., looking at the black and tan hound curled up in the dust by one of the sections of oak stump supporting the front porch of the house. It was getting on toward evening, and the long shadows of the afternoon sun fell across all of the dog but his head and part of one front leg.
Poetry
Jan 01 1988
The Center of Unheard-of
This poem is not currently available online.
Poetry
Jan 01 1988
News of the Cranes
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Poetry
Jan 01 1988
Poetry Feature: Andrew Hudgins
“A Husband on the Marsh”
“What Light Destroys”
“Sufficient Witness”