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Coyote Canyon, Marianne Sorensen
Rain Coming, John W. Schouten
Surrogate, Diana Stewart
So I'M Going To Do You A Favor, Andrew Olsen
A Schoolboy Contemplates Infinity, Joseph K. Nicholes
For The Drunken Lover, Steven Wallace
Ten O'Clock News, Laurie Wood
Norton's Boots, David Brake
Kid With The Hair: 1970, Laurie Wood
Kid With The Hair: 1975, Laurie Wood
Just East Of The Reptile House, Susan Lewis
Rothko: Black On Grey, 1970, Steven Wallace
Virtuous Visions, Joseph K. Nicholes
Against The Dying Of The Light, Clark Harlow
Editor's Note, Dean Moesser
A Nurtured Season, Maryan Myres
A Nurtured Season, Maryan Myres
Inscape
The early morning sun shone on the watered fields where men and women bent to plant the crop that feeds the other half of the world. The stalks were individually placed in the ground with care in hopes the rice would sprout and grow. And I hadn't liked rice until I arrived in Taiwan two months ago . . . ha! I looked out the train window at the neatly organized fields . From a distance they resembled green patchwork quilts.
Hopping A Train, John Snyder
Hopping A Train, John Snyder
Inscape
Call me a vagrant. I think that's what Melville really wanted to say when he started Moby Dick. Conviction left him though , and he settled on "call me Ishmael," which is actually just another way of saying the same thing; if you are an Ishmael, likely you have been cast out and have little means of making a living. Whether for the original biblical figure or a Roger Williams , the situation can be difficult. ''He is a dangerous Ishmael," a leader of the Puritan community said of Williams after he had departed into the wilderness; "He turns all …
The Catalyst, Steve Mahlum
The Catalyst, Steve Mahlum
Inscape
I didn't want to go home, but the nagging beeps sounding from my wristwatch reminded me l could delay it no longer. Flicking the switch on the terminal I had stared at all afternoon, I reluctantly broke away from my research. A part of my mind seemed connected to the computer, for when I turned it off, the stacks of equations broke apart and drifted away into some dark corner of my memory. I dropped a few papers into the briefcase on the floor, then donning my coat, headed for the door beneath the green glow of the exit sign. …
Wind Ensemble, Craig Witham
Wind Ensemble, Craig Witham
Inscape
The breathlessness gathered until he was drowning again. He reached for the mask-translucent rubber, green-attached by a rubber umbilical to an ugly green cylinder which rose from behind the end table like some leafless prehistoric plant. He placed the mask over mouth and nose, snapped the elastic into his hair, grasped the handle at the top of the cylinder. He shut his eyes, braced himself, and concentrated on being full. But for all their ballooning, for all their assaulting of other organs, his lungs' appetite wouldn't quell. He screwed the handle all the way counter-clockwise. The supposedly tasteless stuff tasted …
The Auction, Darrin Cozzens
The Auction, Darrin Cozzens
Inscape
The people came early on a cold day to look over the belongings of Elmer and Verna Turnitt. City husbands and wives walked the aisles of old household articles by a tar-papered shed, lingering and nodding when they found a antique for their collections. Farmers who came to buy kicked at the tires of the machinery or checked piles of chain for broken links or looked at the engine hour-meters of the tractors lined up. Older farmers in overalls and denim oats, there for the ritual of the thing, stood in small groups, smoking and spitting tobacco juice, clapping their …
Pals, Julie Boxx
Pals, Julie Boxx
Inscape
We hear a loud rendition of ''There's No Business Like Show Business. '' This will be the only non movie song or quote in the play. We begin with this song because, though Charlotte is in love with the movies, this is a play. Halfway through the song, the LIGHTS COME UP. We hear Charlotte singing loudly offstage. She and Allan enter. He is holding a bucket of popcorn and his briefcase. She carries a portable cassette player and a handbag filled with tapes. There is a wad of bubblegum planted on the back of her hand. Charlotte drags Allan …
Confession In A Light-Wrapped Room, Carla Thomas
Confession In A Light-Wrapped Room, Carla Thomas
Inscape
I began to lose confidence in Dr. Swain when I entered his waiting room for the first time and found it was painted pink. In all the years it must have taken him to finish his Ph.D. in psychology, you'd think he'd have learned something about the psychology of color. Pink is for little girls' rooms, for powder rooms, for ladies' rooms. Pink is the color fathers want to wrap their baby girls in.
Hotspell, Carla Thomas
Hotspell, Carla Thomas
Inscape
Nothing was right about that summer. There was a kind of desperate madness about it. Sometimes, when Jeanine insisted on giving a midnight sermon on the advantages of her forthcoming civil marriage , I'd lie quietly on my bed and make listening sounds while strange voices competed with Jeanine's for my attention .
First Night Home, Barry Mckendry
Visiting Seattle, Corey A. Blades
Love Song Early Evening, Philip White
Digging In The Iris, Caroline P. M. West