Trent Busch The Jilting of Mary Brown Telling the woman easily and politely she couM not steep * irttHe tern, the last man oeariy a cigarette into the straw. Could tell she smoked,...
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source of God's word, as I am afraid Martin would have it, to that extent will the dialogue of God with God collapse in the other direction. For the sake of our life and of our authenticity,...
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James A. Miller Memoriam, Jesse Owens We are all, somehow, lesser for it. The slow run moving from the blistering pace . . . till world was record; its fastest human. Singlyif but by...
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we in the Maritimes would have to follow suit, whether enthusiastically or reluctantly. If Ottawa has shown little use for us to date, one can imagine what our impoverished and colonial status...
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PAUL PETRIE OLD WOMAN SEWING One light in the room—arched dimly over her head— As over a child's cradle she bends, her hands feeding the cloth in smoothly. Her neck strains. The wrinkles in...
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