Winter 1991 Edition Selections
by Stuart Dischell
Odd in this world of ersatz to find the beige expanse of cork,
After they had removed the layers of postcards and photographs
Of what seemed to her, being younger, a lifetime.
by David Galef
In his third month of psychoanalysis, Rupert Schnayer brought a laugh track to his Wednesday session. Instead of Dr. Blauberg’s attentive silence, giggles and guffaws and irregular whoops of laughter punctuated Rupert’s free associations. It buoyed Rupert’s confidence, though it was, of course, an obvious resistance to the therapy.
by Leonard Kriegel
If tolerance is the virtue of the untouched, then I can be excused for the instant skepticism I used to feel when confronted by speculation about cryogenics. Listening to friends or acquaintances off on some sci-fi binge about the possibilities of freezing the body and its diseases until medical science could make that body whole and young again inevitably left me feeling that I had been caught eavesdropping on the intimate details of a sordid love affair.
by David J. Rothman
She crosses the fields on sunny days
As easily as cunning enters a city
Or denials sprout in the stench of work.
I love her to distraction.
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