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Short Fiction By Women In The Victorian Literature Survey, Elisabeth Rose Gruner

English Faculty Publications

The first time I taught a Victorian Literature survey, fresh out of a curriculum integration workshop in graduate school, I taught ten authors: five male and five female. One student evaluation after the course was over complained that despite the promise of “great” Victorian writers, half of those on the syllabus were women. While this did take place in the dark ages of the early nineties, I still find myself, as I design my syllabi, caught in the familiar conundrum as to what to teach, what to cut, and why. In my case, it seems simple: The Victorian period is …

Lights And Shadows - 2005, University Of North Alabama

Lights and Shadows

Art and Literature Magazine

Volume 36 (2004), C. V. Davis, Jennifer Menster

The Broad River Review

The 2004 edition of The Broad River Review was edited by C. V. Davis and Jennifer Menster. The publication contains fiction, non-fiction, poetry, art, and photography by student, regional, and national writers and artists. The cover photograph, "Yellow Leaves," was taken by Lee Adams. The winner of the J. Calvin Koontz poetry award, given annually for a portfolio of poetry to a senior English major, is Chris Armstrong. The Broad River Review Editor's Prizes in Fiction and Poetry are chosen among all submissions from Gardner-Webb University students.The winner of the prize in poetry is Lydia Johnson and fiction is Charles …

5th Anniversary Edition

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Poem Written In Revlon's "Fire And Ice" Lipstick, Marie Harris

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I secretly wanted to be the girl

you dreamed about as you stood

staring at the phone number

Palden Gyatso Comes To Town, Anne Hanley

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I always go to hear

Tibetan monks

Even though

I cannot understand

Their words.

The First Seven Pregnant Women I Knew, Jim Daniels

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were teenagers. Some kept the baby. Entered

the desert of marriage, their childhoods

mirages wavering on whispered streets.

Mosaic: Exploring Patterns In Literature: Volume 1: Faerie Tales, Institute For The Development Of Gifted Education, Ricks Center For Gifted Children, University Of Denver

Ricks Curriculum Units Series

This curriculum was born from a true love of the magic of words and the passion that gifted students display for exploring the wondrous world of fantasy. The reading was designed to highlight the elements of traditional faerie tales in stories that engage students and inspire them to create their own miraculous stories. Each literature project was specially created to motivate students to demonstrate in-depth understanding of these specific novels and to facilitate their perception of the elements of faerie tales as a distinct genre. The writer's guide directs students through the steps of composing an original faerie tale.

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Editor's Note

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It's Simple, Tim Bellows

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Sunday after a short stack

of blueberry pancakes, half a cup

of ginger-and-cream tea,

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Horowitz In New York, Tim Bellows

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Precise blocks of keys.

He brushes them

and in the ear's inside chamber,

we hear. His fingers white as a baby. Seems the notes

beam across cold deserts-

and hidden sprigs of grass

think to nose their ways

upward, harboring a thin sense

of yellow warmth despite

the presence of ice.

Written On Water, David Thornbrugh

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The man whose smile is a whetstone

excels at kissing knives.

What does the sliced throat say

to the knife that kisses it?

Billy Moran Stands In His Back Yard, Saying His Prayers Over One Last Glass Of Bourbon, Michael Scott Cain

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Our Father, thank you for the bourbon,

for the ice cubes, for the way the color

of the booze lightens as they melt,

for the fragrance that prods the senses.

America's Most Wanted, Erica Olsen

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I'm coming home from City Market when I spot the other vehicle in my drive.

"Look," I say. "Visitors."

The Red Chiffon, J.T. Ledbetter

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Sleep wouldn't come, and the valium did nothing,

so he looked through the window at the man next door watching television,

his wife gone to bed after changing him.

Then he closed his eyes and listened to cars racing on Market

come back slower, looking for girls.

St. Viggo, Karina Fuentes

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Helen nearly suffocates me the night before the exhibit. She's walking

around on her heels, big cotton puffs between her calloused toes,

when she stumbles and falls on my head, which is stuffed beneath a

pillow. "I'll never sleep again," I groan.

The Hospital Ships, Carmine Sarracino

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They might have freighted dry goods--

blouses and trousers, spools of bright

gingham-- from ports to upriver towns.

Things Pulled Off Refrigerator Doors, Charles Harper Webb

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That's me in Maui, underneath a tire-sized hat,

pointing surfward as if I've just invented

waves. There's Katie wincing on a fern-

draped ledge, splashed by a mile-high

waterfall.

After Hearing There Are Only 7,000 Stars Visible To The Naked Eye, Charles Rafferty

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With its better eyes, does the housecat

cry beneath the majesty

of 70,000 stars?

The Reverend Henry Evers Has Been Conducting A Lot Of Funerals Lately., Michael Scott Cain

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The old men are quietly dying.

Each day fewer go to the park

or the Paradise Tavern. The aisles

of the malls are less crowded.

Dawn Camping, Steven Proulx

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Night slithers off into the horizon

a canvas of ancient pastels in its wake

air is virgin

ground marks no tread

Workout, Dave Evans

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From my lofty indoor bike seat,

facing a bay window, I see a real fly

caught in a metaphorical Lake Michigan

Same Old, Mary Crow

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The same old story is different with each

re-telling. What did mother say? One of the sisters asserts her truth to the other's

incredulity-- someone has to be right.

My Grandmother's Slops Bucket, David Thornbrugh

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My grandmother kept a slops bucket

behind a curtain of blue-flowered calico cloth

tacked over the bottom shelf in her kitchen pantry,

Owl, Joe Survant

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The owl glides in

on secret wings,

silent as a leaf flush.

He knows the quick

motives of chipmunks,

the intimacy of mice.

Homage To Montale, Baron Wormser

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This morning

The hummingbird's

Pure zigzag

Surprises you.

The indifference to

The long steps

Of your mood.

The Widow Of War, Jon Mccolgan

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Before allure began to pour

out of her sore onto the floor

she stored the door to her heart's core

beneath the boards of her store's floor.