ISSUES | winter 1997
20.3 (Winter 1997): "The Search After Happiness"
Featuring work by Charlotte Bront, Edward Falco, Lucy Ferriss, Franklin Fisher, H. E. Francis, Debora Freund, Pamela Greenberg, Ha Jin, Wally Lamb, Walt McDonald, Sandra McPherson, Steve Yarbrough… and an interview with Bobbie Ann Mason.
CONTENT FROM THIS ISSUE
Poetry
Sep 01 1997
After the Fires We Once Called Vietnam
Here on these flat fields I remember napalm, that lavish charcoal lighter of a fat man’s barbecue. I’m like a pitcher with eyes in the back of his head… read more
Poetry
Sep 01 1997
Where Native Grass Grows Loud If We Listen
Out here, cactus is the skyline, a hundred miles of flat. Turn in a circle and never know you’re back, except for the neighbor’s ranch, barns like specks of… read more
Fiction
Sep 01 1997
The Solitary Twin
This story is no currently available online. One Saturday morning when my brother and I were ten, our family television set spontaneously combusted.
Poetry
Sep 01 1997
Cataracts
Clouds over Long’s Peak, the sky blue everywhere but there, and when I glance away and back, they’re gone. Imagine: I make the highest mountain disappear by tipping my… read more
Found Text
Sep 01 1997
The Search After Happiness
This “Found Text” feature is not currently available online. Not many years ago there lived in a certain city a person of the name of Henry O Donell. In figure… read more
Poetry
Sep 01 1997
Fishing With Uncle Walter In World War Two
I remember the first tub of red racers I saw in a walled shed in Arkansas, down by the Ouachita. My uncle led us there when I was nine,… read more
Poetry
Sep 01 1997
Surfaces, Central Valley, 109
This poem is not currently available online.
Fiction
Sep 01 1997
Her New Last Name
This story is not currently available online. Nell sleeps with her hand on her mother’s breast until Mrs. Pope comes in, carrying chickens to pluck. Nell is put outside. She… read more
Poetry
Sep 01 1997
Where Once It Stood
I was looking for a horse, but there was no horse, only the feed barn and above it the purple meat of sky: the smell of birch smoke and… read more
Fiction
Sep 01 1997
Flame
This story is not currently available online. A letter was lying on Nimei’s desk. She was puzzled because the envelope did not give a return address. The postmark showed the… read more
Poetry
Sep 01 1997
A Cup for Elijah
It is 1975, the year before my parents stop speaking. Old, rabbinical, Uncle Leo takes his glasses off to gesture, while on my shoulder my brother softly dozes. At… read more
Poetry
Sep 01 1997
Dear Diary, Betty Offield, 1925
This poem is not currently available online.
Interviews
Sep 01 1997
Interview With Bobbie Ann Mason
Interviewer: How did your background, growing up on a Kentucky dairy farm in the forties and fifties, contribute to your becoming a writer? Mason: It was a somewhat isolated social… read more
Poetry
Sep 01 1997
Twins and Oral History
If you think ground squirrels are fun, wait till you see a coyote. I’d never say that to grandsons, but even coyotes have to eat. So what… read more
Nonfiction
Sep 01 1997
A New Youth
The scent of petrol hit my nose on my first day of school in Israel in 1959. I was a ten year old used to the processed smells of an… read more
Poetry
Sep 01 1997
Lagunitas, 1978
Always, it seems, it has been like this: the phone cradled on my mother’s shoulder, her too-loud boyfriend laugh. When she whispers fork and spoon windchimes jangle on fish… read more
Fiction
Sep 01 1997
Underground Music
This story is not currently available online. On weekday mornings in Madrid any number of musicos go down into the Metro to play. Toni Valero plays the guitar at the… read more
Poetry
Sep 01 1997
That Silence When A Mountain Lion Attacks
Those puffy clouds in the Rocky Mountains could be gunfire, another time and place. Before this planet spins us back home to the plains, dozens will die by rockets… read more
Poetry
Sep 01 1997
Flood
All day we watched it—my mother, brother, and I—the relentless wrath, the furious downpour of God. Our zucchini plants torn loose from the soil, lumber and stovepipe roiling in… read more
Poetry
Sep 01 1997
Diary With Fishhooks
This poem is not currently available online.
Poetry
Sep 01 1997
Big Idea
Sometimes my bones hum like Bunyan’s must have; world turned vassal to my will, whole cornfields swaying at my footsteps, thistles fleshed into fruit. Then I think I could… read more
Fiction
Sep 01 1997
The Windmill
This story is not currently available online. The trough in the landscape was what fooled you–made the windmill appear to lie just over a hill, when the real distance might… read more
Poetry
Sep 01 1997
The Empire Strikes Back
On a bucket outside the Saint Nowhere feed barn, cold, stolen apple juice dribbling down my chin, I looked out toward the madrones along the coast. Above my head hung… read more
Poetry
Sep 01 1997
With Respect to the Palmer Method
This poem is not currently available online.
Poetry
Sep 01 1997
With Horsehairs Dipped in Oils
My wife’s green eyes are jade and rainbows. With horsehairs dipped in oils, she brushes corrals and cattle on canvas, the burnt sienna sand and pastures of our boots.… read more
Poetry
Sep 01 1997
Specialty
This poem is not currently available online.
Fiction
Sep 01 1997
Tulsa Snow
She said, “You have no character. I see right through you.” She leaned across the table, closer to me, her eyes glittering a little, as if she had just told… read more
Fiction
Sep 01 1997
The Rest of Her Life
This story is not currently available online. The dog was a mixture of god-knows-how-many breeds, but the vet had told them he had at least some rottweiler blood. You could… read more
Poetry
Sep 01 1997
Prairie
High atop a playground’s fuchsia frog a girl spits pomegranate seeds into the mammoth armful of meadow. The field troubles her with longing and culmination of longing: the yellow spikeweed… read more