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HAYDEN'S FERRY REVIEW

SPRING 1986 ISSUE 1

 

Table of Contents

 

Fiction

 

Cary Grossman
Rat Tail [7]

S.P. Stressman
In Life as in a Strange Garment [15]

Ron Hansen
The Boogeyman [30]

Deanie Fotenot
The Last of the Hay [50]

Steve Beatty
Stealing Home [66]

Cynthia Frederick
Traveling to a Land We Cannot See [85]

 

Poetry

 

Robyn Zappala
The Hermaphrodite's Wedding Cake [11]
To a New Lover [12]
In Another Country [13]

Stuart C. Brown
Grinning Over Breakfast [14]

Beckian Goldberg, Featured Poet [20]
Paris [21]
Mr. Lucky's [23]
Keeping Warm in New York [24]
Salvation [26]
Birth [28]

Helga Kopperl
The Thing You Love Most [41]

Paul Morris
The Cargo Cults [44]
The Coastwatcher, 1943 [45]

Michael Gude
Nightcrawlers [46]

Dean Stover
A Personal Day of Judgment in Norway [48]

Naomi Wallace
The Vow [58]

Kristen Catalano
Bedtime Story for a Past Lover [59]

William Olsen
Eighteen Species of Hummingbirds [61]

Candace Greenburg
Waiting for the Days of Grace [63]

Arthur Stone
The Death of Lorca [65]

Norman Dubie
The Train [79]

Brenda Hillman
Four O'Clock Fugue [80]

James Cervantes
Make the Turtle Whole [82]

Leilani Jay
Door Running [83]

Rita Dove
After Storm [84]

Jeannine Savard
Classicism on the Water [95]

Peggy Shumaker
Newlywed [97]
Wounded Science [98]

 

Interview

 

Jay Boyer
A Conversation with Joseph Heller [99]

Contributor's notes [109]

Hayden's Ferry Review Issue 1 Cover

 

Issue 1 Staff

 

Coordinating Editor
Catherine Houser

Fiction Editors
Rob Hall
Kathleen O'Connor

Poetry Editors
Lynne Yamaguchi Fletcher
Kelly Jane Thomas

Faculty Advisors
Philip Gerard
Alberto Rios

 

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Poetry Selection – Rita Dove, After Storm

Already the desert sky had packed
its scarves and gone over the hard blue hills
when I awoke, throat
raw from the tail end of a dream
through which your cough and
the smoke of a cigarette sailed. I followed
the deep light of the hallway out

to where the patio roof gaped,
bamboo shades mocking the palm tree
in splintery arpeggios. You stood
flicking ash onto the trampled grass.
I could smell the rain leaving, the sage
enthralled in a bitter virtue for hours.

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Fiction Selection – Ron Hansen, from The Boogeyman

The corporal pushes aside the green case of machetes and six crates of assorted shoes and moves to the lightless rear of the pawnshop. Ancient muskets and spotted brown swords are hanging from the ceiling. The Corporal peers at one coat for a very long time and then points to it. The pawnshop owner looks up and nods. He says in his own language that the coat is not only a bargain but exactly what a good soldier needs.

"How much is it?"

The man creeps through the junk underfoot and takes the red coat from its hanger. It appears to be only a helicopter pilot's jacket made of resplendent red silk, but the man says, "Yes, plenty important coat." The pawnshop owner flips the coat over. Embroidered across the top is the phrase "Live Free Or Die," and below that is a green dragon with wings sewn in rainbow colors. Curling out of its mouth are yellow flames.

"Yeah," the Corporal says. "That's what I want. How much is it?"

The little man squints his eyes at the Corporal. "I give it to you, soldier."

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