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Steph's Choice, Joshua Tomaszewski Jan 2003

Steph's Choice, Joshua Tomaszewski

The Angle

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The Golden Years, William T. Harvey Jan 2003

The Golden Years, William T. Harvey

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Recycle, Alyssa Osinski Jan 2003

Recycle, Alyssa Osinski

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Poem To A Football Player - Dicktator, Megan E. Herrman Jan 2003

Poem To A Football Player - Dicktator, Megan E. Herrman

The Angle

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Revelation, George Payne Jan 2003

Revelation, George Payne

The Angle

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The Cry Of The Horseman, Wegdan Ashkar Jan 2003

The Cry Of The Horseman, Wegdan Ashkar

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Preliminary Pages, No Author Jan 2003

Preliminary Pages, No Author

The Angle

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Several Habits Of Highly Successful Breakeruppers, Kevin Miller Jan 2003

Several Habits Of Highly Successful Breakeruppers, Kevin Miller

The Angle

In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay's first paragraph.

"She takes in a deep breath, and subsequently sucks the remaining air right out of the room; like a toy soldier, her wind up key has already been turned, and she proceeds to recount one of those monotonous stories that makes a man wish he were temporarily deaf. After a long day at work, with his eyes glazing over faster than a doughnut, the man wonders why his girlfriend can not be quiet for at least five minutes."


Pieces Of You, Michelle Girardi Jan 2003

Pieces Of You, Michelle Girardi

The Angle

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Above You, Shari Allen Jan 2003

Above You, Shari Allen

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That Saved A Wretch Like Me, Megan E. Herrman Jan 2003

That Saved A Wretch Like Me, Megan E. Herrman

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Ti Di Me Corazon, Anais Rentas Jan 2003

Ti Di Me Corazon, Anais Rentas

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I Gave You My Heart (Translation), Anais Rentas Jan 2003

I Gave You My Heart (Translation), Anais Rentas

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With Dreams, Shari Allen Jan 2003

With Dreams, Shari Allen

The Angle

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One Line, Michelle Girardi Jan 2003

One Line, Michelle Girardi

The Angle

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"She left it sitting on the counter in her tiny bathroom, under the severe glow of the buzzing fluorescent light and reentered her room to find Chris sitting on her purple and blue bedspread, wringing his hands anxiously in his lap."


Pearls, Jodi Rowland Jan 2003

Pearls, Jodi Rowland

The Angle

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"Pearls are bone marrow; pearls come from oysters. Pearls are the essential component of structure. They are graceful and pure, elegant and rich in color. As a young girl, I stood in front of my mirror and dreamed of owning a pearl necklace with a bracelet and earrings to match. I had my ears pierced when I turned five. Grown up ladies, sophisticated ones wore pearl necklaces. I wanted what they had."


Mafia Mexican, Jolienne Plucknette Jan 2003

Mafia Mexican, Jolienne Plucknette

The Angle

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"You've seen him a thousand times. Well, maybe not a thousand, but most likely every day for as long as you've been working downtown. You notice him, but you really don't notice him. He's there every time you head into the business district. He's like a pocket watch. Each day, arriving at exactly 8:30 a.m. He brings his worn burlap bag, and scuffs down the steps, taking his place on the landing that heads down to the inbound train on the Green subway line."


Running, Rebecca Gartz Jan 2003

Running, Rebecca Gartz

The Angle

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"The diner in which they sat was hot and sticky on this late July morning. Hot and sticky, but still very crowded. After the short wait for a table, the couple sat down in a nearby booth. The usually cold, red, leather cushions were now a hot seat-warm and sticky from the last customers. A frazzled waitress came by right away to take their drink orders."


Let's Pretend, Emily C. Ryan Jan 2003

Let's Pretend, Emily C. Ryan

The Angle

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December Sun, Kelli Craig Jan 2003

December Sun, Kelli Craig

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Time Wasted, Anya Asphall Jan 2003

Time Wasted, Anya Asphall

The Angle

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Fluid Motion, Stacy Colombo Jan 2003

Fluid Motion, Stacy Colombo

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Thou Sayest…, Megan E. Herrman Jan 2003

Thou Sayest…, Megan E. Herrman

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Rage For My Light, Tom Rowe Jan 2003

Rage For My Light, Tom Rowe

The Angle

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Misterunspoken (Implicit), Michael Congdon Jan 2003

Misterunspoken (Implicit), Michael Congdon

The Angle

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Full Issue, No Author Jan 2003

Full Issue, No Author

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Preliminary Pages, No Author Jan 2003

Preliminary Pages, No Author

The Angle

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Messages, Catherine Agar Jan 2003

Messages, Catherine Agar

The Angle

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"When you were ten, your father took you to the opera. You had to wear a dress. You liked the scenery and looking down into the orchestra pit, but when the singing started your attention wandered."


Park Avenue, Jonathan C. King Jan 2003

Park Avenue, Jonathan C. King

The Angle

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The Scar, Emily C. Ryan Jan 2003

The Scar, Emily C. Ryan

The Angle

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"See it all went down like this . . . my brother and I were in a motorcycle race on a beautiful sunny day; I remember the asphalt seemed to ripple with heat, the sky never so blue, the wind so exhilarating against our skin and hair - and that's when it all just goes blank. I must have hit the pavement going at least 100 miles per hour; all the doctors said that I was lucky to have lived . . ."