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The Lion Cub Raised By A Terrier, David Starkey

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reminds me of the porcupine

reared by a manatee, the raven

The Hippo At The Bronx Zoo, Circa 1965, James Arthur Anderson

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The mouth opens like a dumpster lid

and, trained to toss, we all comply,

Love Letter To My Imaginary Man (After Pamela Alexander), Christine Graf

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Next time you walk by my bedroom

in your hulk of spectral dust

with a gust of Thor and thunder, stop

Horses, Gladys Goldberg

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The sorrel who eats carrots

from my hand

A drift of gold in his thick mane,

The Passenger Seat, Madeline Wise

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Rudy called his ex-wife from a dealership in San Francisco and blurted out, "I've got it, Mimi, and it's all mine!

The Whale Remained For Rebecca, Floyd Cheung

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Of course they took your iPod,

those fabulously large sunglasses,

Fly In The Air, Judy Klass

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...strafes the dinner party guests but does not land, cuts through the invisible gases jagged,

A Walk On The Old Road, Wendy Smith-Stenhouse

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It's cold

but I stay

standing in the road

Pulse, Nathan Alling Long

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Dad stopped the car on the hill above school and put it in park.

The Ashland Bump, Dan Sieg

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There was a quick rise and dip

in Ashland Street,

I never cared much why.

Easter Eggs, Vanessa Blakeslee

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Julie wished the problem of the Easter eggs wouldn't turn into a blowout fight,

Memo To Mean Girls Everywhere, Nancy Craven

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After you sign-on to U-Stream, and watch the backs of classmates whose fronts you no longer recognize

Why I Cannot Love Picasso, Devon Miller-Duggan

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Sure, he gets that everything is broken

And still charged with lusts.

The Telephone Pole, Jay Baruch

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Everyone leaves--the medics, the police, the coroner, the late night news crew

Gospel, Brady Rhoades

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On French Hill, night falls and you sit on the slope

in your shanty clothes,

Childhood Nightmare, Buff Whitman-Bradley

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In the recurring dream I had as a child

I stood on a small platform

The Lemon Tree, Emily Swaine

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I was walking back to camp with some new supplies when I noticed all the boys standing around,

Posted: Don't Poach, Nathan Whiting

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You now read an uncollected poem.

If a poem collector, you should

The Name, John Grey

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There should be a name for people

who sit on a rock for hours

Passio #008, George Gott

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If we know

what we ought to know

we join hands with the mighty world

John 3:10010000110, John Supinski

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Welcome to the kingdom of the Immortal

Where races are run barefoot

Contributors

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In November, Matthew W. Barrett

The Mercury

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Red Ivy, Kristen E. Rivoli

The Mercury

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Magnifier Of Trifles, Benjamin C. Winston

The Mercury

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Perspective Distortion, Austin W. Clark

The Mercury

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Naked, Jenna Devine

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Quiet Game And Other Stories, James Paige

Electronic Theses and Dissertations

This collection of short fiction ranges in length from the flash fiction form to the more traditional full-length short story. While the characters and settings vary from piece to piece, the tales in this collection largely represent the so-called "dangerous" vein of fiction, a convention that emphasizes immediacy of action, economy of language, and protagonists who are either willing or compelled by fate to pursue dubious (and sometimes even violent) ends.

Trauma And Temporal Hybridity In Arundhati Roy’S The God Of Small Things, Elizabeth Outka

English Faculty Publications

Arundhati Roy’s novel, The God of Small Things, presents an often bewildering mix of different times: images, stories, and sensations from the past blend together with present moments and even future experiences. Critics have noted this temporal blending and have cited this feature as reflecting the novel’s magical realism, or postcolonialism, or postmodernism, which are all associated with various forms of time play.¹ Indeed, as writers from Joyce to Woolf to Rushdie remind us, time is always to some extent a mixture, as the present must be understood as a complex amalgamation and negotiation of past moments. Roy’s …

Commonthought (2011), Commonthought Staff

Commonthought

This issue features works created by Lesley University students and covers a broad range of topics. The work itself crosses many disciplines from creative writing to visual arts.