Pushcart Prize XVII: Best of the Small Presses, 1992-93 EditionBill Henderson |
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Page 122
... stood up . " Watch this , " I called to Brush and Snakey . " Call him an asshole and he smiles . He likes it . Call him anything . He's a goddamn puppet . ' " I turned to Andrés . He stood . " Hey asshole . Whitewing . " “ Las alas ...
... stood up . " Watch this , " I called to Brush and Snakey . " Call him an asshole and he smiles . He likes it . Call him anything . He's a goddamn puppet . ' " I turned to Andrés . He stood . " Hey asshole . Whitewing . " “ Las alas ...
Page 123
... stood at my right shoulder , breath- ing hard , gripped my barrel with his left hand , swung his right , slamming his fist into my jaw . I felt my neck wrench , lost bal- ance , recovered , tasted blood . Andrés drew back , spat . I stood ...
... stood at my right shoulder , breath- ing hard , gripped my barrel with his left hand , swung his right , slamming his fist into my jaw . I felt my neck wrench , lost bal- ance , recovered , tasted blood . Andrés drew back , spat . I stood ...
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... stood , thinking about turning it on , decided not to . On the steps outside the front door , he looked up and his car seemed far away , reflecting a dozen colors from the lights up and down the street . He made himself walk the fifteen ...
... stood , thinking about turning it on , decided not to . On the steps outside the front door , he looked up and his car seemed far away , reflecting a dozen colors from the lights up and down the street . He made himself walk the fifteen ...
Contents
THE COLUMBUS SCHOOL FOR GIRLS | 23 |
MINE OWN JOHN BERRYMAN | 37 |
FROM THE MEADOW | 62 |
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