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1997

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Full-Text Articles in Creative Writing

Paws, Mark Crowe Jan 1997

Paws, Mark Crowe

The Angle

No abstract provided.


Labors, Cassandara Dings Jan 1997

Labors, Cassandara Dings

The Angle

No abstract provided.


Untitled, Katie Mcnamara Jan 1997

Untitled, Katie Mcnamara

The Angle

No abstract provided.


Catitude, Heather Ruffalo Jan 1997

Catitude, Heather Ruffalo

The Angle

No abstract provided.


Table Conversations, Heather Ruffalo Jan 1997

Table Conversations, Heather Ruffalo

The Angle

No abstract provided.


The Sound Of Making It Flow, Marisa Viele Jan 1997

The Sound Of Making It Flow, Marisa Viele

The Angle

No abstract provided.


Bread, Joanne Clas Jan 1997

Bread, Joanne Clas

The Angle

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

"The bed was hard, the room was hot, she lay there with her eyes closed. Nothing to do-or could do-except remember. Memory-God's gift to the old-what a crock! One of those laughable bromides, as if all memories were good ones. Ah but this one was. She drifted off to the beach; hot sand, the Jersey shore. Daddy's grandfather lived in New Jersey; that's why they had gone for a visit. She had a pail and a shovel. Tin, it was made of tin with fish painted on the side. …


Discovery, Theresa Keenan Jan 1997

Discovery, Theresa Keenan

The Angle

No abstract provided.


Before We Were Snakes We Were Ants, Marisa Viele Jan 1997

Before We Were Snakes We Were Ants, Marisa Viele

The Angle

No abstract provided.


Untitled, Jennifer Jones Jan 1997

Untitled, Jennifer Jones

The Angle

No abstract provided.


The Dark, Juan Canto Jan 1997

The Dark, Juan Canto

The Angle

No abstract provided.


My Mothers Face, Rosemary Renauto Jan 1997

My Mothers Face, Rosemary Renauto

The Angle

No abstract provided.


My Mother's Face, Mark Crowe Jan 1997

My Mother's Face, Mark Crowe

The Angle

No abstract provided.


Sleep, Heather Ruffalo Jan 1997

Sleep, Heather Ruffalo

The Angle

No abstract provided.


Full Issue, No Author Jan 1997

Full Issue, No Author

The Angle

No abstract provided.


Preliminary Pages, No Author Jan 1997

Preliminary Pages, No Author

The Angle

No abstract provided.


Jazz, Mark Bowers Jan 1997

Jazz, Mark Bowers

The Angle

No abstract provided.


Freedom, Veronica Mcglynn Jan 1997

Freedom, Veronica Mcglynn

The Angle

No abstract provided.


We Almost Died Climbing The Falls, Monica J. Bradbury Jan 1997

We Almost Died Climbing The Falls, Monica J. Bradbury

The Angle

No abstract provided.


Haiku, Kristine Shanahan Jan 1997

Haiku, Kristine Shanahan

The Angle

No abstract provided.


The Awakening, Heather Ruffalo Jan 1997

The Awakening, Heather Ruffalo

The Angle

No abstract provided.


Dear Ex, Monica J. Bradbury Jan 1997

Dear Ex, Monica J. Bradbury

The Angle

No abstract provided.


Wandering, Anne Steger Jan 1997

Wandering, Anne Steger

The Angle

No abstract provided.


They Call Me Names, Amanuel M. Wolde Jan 1997

They Call Me Names, Amanuel M. Wolde

The Angle

No abstract provided.


Freedom Under Fire, Ann Gray Jan 1997

Freedom Under Fire, Ann Gray

The Angle

No abstract provided.


Full Issue, No Author Jan 1997

Full Issue, No Author

The Angle

No abstract provided.


Toronto, Mark Bowers Jan 1997

Toronto, Mark Bowers

The Angle

No abstract provided.


'Resident Alien', Suzanne M. Wood Jan 1997

'Resident Alien', Suzanne M. Wood

The Angle

No abstract provided.


Caretaker, Anne Steger Jan 1997

Caretaker, Anne Steger

The Angle

No abstract provided.


Confession, Veronica Mcglynn Jan 1997

Confession, Veronica Mcglynn

The Angle

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

"Sara lifted her heavy eyelids to the bright flashing red lights dancing on her walls. She lay motionless and hypnotized by the quick circles of light painting her bedroom. She recognized the scraping of shoes against the tiles of the kitchen floor and the hushed whispers hanging in the darkness. Sara heard the faint clinking of metal and a final CLICK. She knew. It was over. He was lost forever. She knew it when the toothy, big haired woman on the television said it. She knew it when it …