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Moving Into College, Richard Joyce

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I'm here, so what? All the years, and all the letters of "wish you were back," all the homesick hopes, and all the train fare can never bring me home again. College is my story and I'm stuck with it.

Autobiographical Recipe, Jack Howard

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A Recipe for a Short Autobiography:

2 parts paternal ancestry

2 parts maternal ancestry

3 parts your own personal characteristics

3 parts predictions regarding the future

4 parts candor

Seasoning of clever phrases, punctuation, capitalization, and fresh ideas to taste.

The Curse Of Being Clever, Glenn M. White

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Stephen Leacock mentions in one of his essays the horseman who "leaped into the saddle and galloped off madly in all directions." It would take a clever horse and a clever rider to do that, but Leacock was not necessarily being clever when he wrote it.

I Hit My Mark, William Steinmetz

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The hunt was ready to start, but only after a hunting ground was secured. Since I was one of a polite party of hunters, as hunters go, I left the car to ask a farmer's permission to hunt on his property.

Indianapolis Times, Margaret Parrish

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It is growing dark swiftly now. The slight mist that hovered around the Monument is getting heavier. Lights blink on to make the War Memorial Plaza a distant fairy land. (Only half the lights went on. That is good. Otherwise it would look like a Power and Light Company advertisement.) The pigeons on the Circle are quieting down, and Christ Church is gray with shadows.

Tangible Evidence, Wilbur Elliott

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Young Kipling Wiley silently inserted the key, and turned the knob with the greatest of caution. As he closed the door behind him, it gave only the merest hint of a squeak. Kipling mentally congratulated himself on the mouse-like quiet of his entrance, and then started across the floor on tip-toe.

Soft Answer, Marguerite Ellis

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Mr. Hughes was downcast. In fact, Mr. Hughes was pessimistic. It was not the fact that it was Sunday -- Mr. Hughes was not a church-going man -- but simply that the view from the big front window of his newspaper office was neither scenically inspiring nor financially hopeful.

Woodcut, Robert Ayers

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Abstract woodcut illustration.

Fate, Phillipa Schreiber

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Clacking little wooden beads.

Moved by stronger will than ours.

Uncle George, Ruth Marie Hamill

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Every evening when Uncle George walks into the house, before he greets any member of the family, he yells, "O-oh, Pepper! O-oh, Ginger!" and if Pepper and her puppy aren't already scampering down the stairs, or from the living room, they come now. Pepper stands on her hind legs and leans her forepaws on him while she nuzzles in his pockets for peanuts. Ginger dances around him, making funny noises which sometimes terminate in a short bark. He picks the little dog up and feeds both him and Pepper a few peanuts or bites of candy that he has brought …

Autumn Swept Garden, Charles Aufderheide

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Nothing can grow here now.

This garden is Autumn-swept;

Here, by the apple bough,

You turned and wept.

High Pressure, Cathryn Smith

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Pauline regarded John fretfully. She thought: "He's so sensible. I don't believe he ever did or said anything crazy in his li fe. He's absolutely stodgy!"

They rode along in silence for a while. John never drove fast, but there was enough wind to whip color into their faces, and Pauline's hair blew wildly.

The Hunt, Mars B. Ferrell

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The youth descended briskly the steep side of the gully. His two dogs, already at the bottom, trotted through the light snow. Their high noses and quickening steps were read by the young trapper as definite signs that a catch was to be expected. The trap he had set a day ago at a den on the side of the small tributary gully ahead probably held a victim. In any event, the "set" had looked good -- several fresh skunk tracks.

Return, Dorothy Steinmeier

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Martha smiled the way she always smiled when someone said something nice to her. Someone was always saying something nice to her, it seemed.

Armor Against Death, Betty Richart

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At last the hour of peace, the voices stilled

The contest ended at last. The citadel

Is saved, and the sudden ambushes are over.

The night is lovely and quiet where we dwell.

Denouement, Betty Richart

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Mrs. Bridgford was fidgeting. The prospect of the long evening before her filled her with nervous panic. Her husband sat solidly established behind his newspaper; she knew that no prospect of adventure could lure him from it. They sat in their intimate sphere of lamp-light without exchanging a word; the daily commonplace, had been duly gone through at dinner. Now there was nothing.

Betty Ballads, Grace Ferguson

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Three poems: "Betty Ballads," "Castles in the Air," and "Betty Loves People."

Grandma Brown, Mary Burrin

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"Sit down, Grandma. There's no need for you to help. I can finish the Turkey myself," said Effie Brown to her mother-in-law.

Hmm! Sitting down was all she'd done since she'd been here. As for finishing the turkey, Effie always cooked the meat too brown and dry, so hard you couldn't eat it, thought Grandma Brown.

The Bad Boy, Margaret Kendall

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Mr. Herbert Watts with his dog Antonio, called commonly Tony, walked into the park, Tony trotting leisurely at the end of his leash. He was a small dog of heterogeneous breed. One grandfather was known to be a full-blooded Irish terrier, but the rest of his grandparents were common dogs. Despite his questionable family tree, Antonio was a remarkable dog, according to the Watts's. Mrs. Watts had just finished a new red sweater for Tony, and the air being chilly on this particular day, he was wearing it for the first time.

Front Matter

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Front matter includes: cover, table of contents, and masthead.

Organizational Meeting For Tdf's New Creative Writers' Festival Poster, Department Of Theatre, Dance & Film

Promotional Materials

Providence College Department of Theatre, Dance & Film

Bowab Studio Theatre

Organizational meeting for TDF's new Creative Writers' Festival

Tuesday, March 25, 2014, 4:30pm

Help Is Inevitable

Landscapes: the Journal of the International Centre for Landscape and Language

Environmental Writing

Blue-Tongue Lizard & The Energies Of Shadow

Landscapes: the Journal of the International Centre for Landscape and Language

Environmental Writing

Court Green: Dossier: James Schuyler, Columbia College Chicago

Court Green

An annual poetry magazine with a different theme for each issue; printed from 2004 to 2015.

Ivy Leaves, Volume 89, Ivy Leaves Editorial Staff

Ivy Leaves

The 2014 edition of the Anderson University journal of art and literature, Ivy Leaves.

The names of the known editors for this issue of Ivy Leaves were Christopher Mauldin, Anna Falardeau, Jonathan Kurtz, Jordan Sears, J.E. Tankersley. Cody Rabideau, Laurie Epps, Christian Bare, Nichole Dorontich, Hunter Burton, Charity Reed, Joy Hiller, Sarah Leugemors, Rebekah Rhoden, Julia Madden, Dixie Hemingway, Gage LaGreca, Kenneth Keller, Justin Parker, Teresa Jones, and Tim Speaker. Cover art photography by Julia Madden and Heidi Pettit.

From The Inside Out, And Through., Dominique Ovalle

The Transdisciplinary STEAM+ Journal

These photographs describe “Science” born of consumerism, hijacked by me, economically disenfranchised, or rather—temporarily embarrassed, artist. I was putzing around Malibu—my old college stomping ground, looking for free food; maybe a sample of some gourmet $5 chocolate, and all I got were these photographs.

Fat Jersey Blues, John Repp

University of Akron Press Publications

"I know I'm holding a good book in my hand when I use the other to call my friends and read poems to them. How generous John Repp is! He zooms in on the moment, but he's always glancing at everything that surrounds it. His funny poems have dark hearts, just as the sad ones are clearly written by someone capable of belly-shaking laughter. They tell wonderful stories, yet they contain chewy little nuggets that are often indifferent and even hostile to story. I've said elsewhere that a poem either writes you a check or sends you a bill, and …

Bill In Hell, Collin C. Furth

Student Publications

A humorous look at the truth of relationships between varying roles of people and the supremacy love holds.

Time Is A Toy: The Selected Poems Of Michael Benedikt, John Gallaher, Laura Boss

University of Akron Press Publications

Time is a Toy fills in the mystery of what happened to the work of Michael Benedikt, one of America's acknowledged major contemporary poets of the 1960s and 1970s, who disappeared from the stage of American poetry. The editors John Gallaher and Laura Boss solve that mystery while discovering new unpublished poems, as well as Benedikt's classic published work.

Inscape 2014, Morehead State University

Inscape: Art & Literary Magazine Archive

The 2014 edition of the Inscape: Literary and Art Magazine.