Description
The Winter 2010-11 issue, guest edited by Terrance Hayes, features poetry and prose by Wanda Coleman, Ben Percy, and more, along an interview with the John C. Zacharis First Book Award winner, Julia Story. Cover art by Ellen Gallagher.
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Editor's Introduction
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Editor's Corner
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New Books by Our Advisory Editors
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Book Review
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Editor Profile
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About Terrance Hayes
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Editor's Shelf
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Book Recommendations from Our Advisory Editors
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Fiction
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The Monster in the Mountain
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The Lake
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Perpetua in Glory
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Wonder Bread
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States
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The Red Balloon
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The Prettiest Girls
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Misc.
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Someday You’ll Find Me: A Plan B Essay
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Miscellaneous Notes Winter 2010-2011
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Poetry
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Get Free
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Lighting
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Sunflower
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What Stalin Grew Tired Of, 1931 (Bulgakov Blue)
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Self-Portrait As Vincent Van Gogh in the Asylum at Arles
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On a Piece of Paper You Were About to Burn
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Trans-Siberia
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San Pietro a Cascia with Masaccio
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Honey and Holofernes
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Madrigal of Knowledge!
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Madrigal of Tears!
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Shrines
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Fat Ass
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Don’t You Wonder, Sometimes?
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Octopus
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Welcome Home
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The Mollusk Museum
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Waking Up During an Operation
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All That Time
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Harbinger
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Wolves
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The Road to Hell
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Your World Is Harder than Mine: A Sonetto for Children Heading Off to School
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Paradise
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In Line
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The Mingus Effect
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Ode to Your Eyebrows
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Video Shoot
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Diabetic
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Bitch Tree
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Noise (3)
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After Riefenstahl
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Ashes Scattered at Sea
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Difficult Listening Time
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The Invention of Color vs. The Song of EA
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Hillel Furstenberg Greets His Newborn Son
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Anniversary
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The Tip
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The Big Thing
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Ritual of Sunrise
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Unkneeled Prayer of Gratitude
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Trees as Soldiers March
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Creationism
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Corpse-flower (Amorphophallus titanum)
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Excuse Me, Where Is Varick Street?
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December, Fever
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The Shootout
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The Pool, 1988
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Ontology & Guinness
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Eddie, The Immune
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The Leopard
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To a Braying Donkey
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Agitation: Wake
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Eighty-Eight Days in My Veins
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History Is a Room
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Pigeon
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2) St. Augustine: If no one asks me, I know what it is. If I wish to explain it to him who asks me, I do not know.
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Attachment: Atlantic City Pimp
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It’s a Dream Wherein–Finally, and by That I Mean Right Away, Which Is to Say, Just in Time–I Understand Circular Breathing
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