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HAYDEN'S FERRY REVIEW

SPRING/SUMMER 1993 ISSUE 12

 

Table of Contents

 

Fiction

 

Diza Sauers
The Way He Likes His Pig [39]

Bruce Upbin
Somewhere in North Africa [97]

Robert Hill Long
Walking Sticks [109]

Cassandra Hemenway
The Skinniest Man on Earth [111]

Sergio Gabriel Waisman
A Large White Goose [120]

 

Poetry

 

Naomi Shihab Nye
His Secret [35]
Estate Sale: The Scrabble Game of a Dead Woman [36]

Jed Allen
Interrogation [50]

John Bradley
Siamese Twins, Rio de Janeiro, 1907 [54]
There is a World: Lee Harvey Oswald and the Seduction of History [55]

David Lee
For Jan, With Love [64]

Dinah Berland
The Poet has no Privacy [67]

Alison H. Deming
Camp Tontozona [80]

Elizabeth McNeil
In Common Ground [89]

Jefferson Adams
Pisces in Flight [91]
For John Berryman [92]

Ioanna-Veronika Warwick
Warsaw at Night [107]
I want to Know How Rilke Did It [108]

Holly Welker
The Word Thistle [117]

Judith Nichols Orians
Counting [118]

Dale M. Kushner
Detroit Summer [119]

Rodney Wittwer
Border Reports [121]
Drawing the Storm [122]

 

Art

 

Ellen Stoepel Peckham
Glass Hive [34]

Rebecca Ross
Gary Nabhan at Quitobaquito [68]
Untitled, from the series "Flora and Fauna" [88]

Deana Duncan
Implant [110]

 

Essays

 

Vivian Gornick
My Life in the City [20]

David Lee
David Lee, Pigs, and the Good Story [56]
"Writing the lives of Plants and Animals: Essays Celebrating a Weekend of Discourse in the Desert"

Gary Paul Nabhan
Representing the lives of Plants and Animals [69]

Paul Morris
A resonance of Emerald: Hummers in the Desert [72]

Alison H. Deming
Poetry and the World Household [75]

Susan J. Tweit
Spadefoot Toads and Storm Sewers [82]

 

Interviews

 

Linda Fader Swenson
Facing Down Secret Fears and Unbearable Wisdoms: An Interview with Vivian Gornick [7]

Rodrigo Garcia Lopes
Notes about the Process: An Interview with John Ashberry [27]

Contributors [124]

Hayden's Ferry Review Issue 12 Cover

 

Issue 12 Staff

 

Managing Editor
Salima Keegan

Fiction Editors
Deborah Partington
Linda Fader Swenson

Poetry Editors
Jeffrey Coleman
Julius Sokenu

Editorial Assistants
Amanda Kaplan
Ruth Ellen Kocher
Brian Wilkinson

Editorial Advisors
Jeannine Savard Dubie
Beckian Fritz Goldberg

 

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Poetry Selection – Naomi Shihab Nye, His Secret

The field wraps around him

He takes in his fist the 3-winged grasses,
the stick shaped like a Y.

Filling his bag with fallen petals,
shiny wrappers, husks.

Filling his eyes.

He is welcoming the bent weed,
spinning the hay.

Tying the shoelace
to the stone.

No one answers his questions better
than the split brick he hit
with a hammer.

Above him, a hundred flying birds call out
"Alone! Alone! Alone!"

***

At the heart of the apple
at the heart of the worm.

A boy filled a bottle with water.
He let it sit.
Three days later it held the power
of three days.

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Fiction Selection – Cassandra Hemenway, from The Skinniest Man on Earth

The waiter's arms tense, but his clutch on the bottle is unmoved as he holds it before Pat as an offering, a presentation, a question. Pat swallows, taps the corners of his mouth with the restaurant's flamingo-colored cloth napkin, and glances up.

With a deft snap of the wrist, J.D. sets the cork before Pat like a dead mouse laid before the cat's master. Another smooth wrist flick and a spot of wine is passed into the glass and J.D. flicks the bottle into a twist that catches drips.

Slowly, fingers around the glass's stem, Pat lifts and swirls lightly, then downs the pink liquid in one backward knock of his head. "OK," he grunts, and swipes his hand through his mass of teased black hair.

J. D. now twists a stream of wine into Sarah's glass, again flicking, then fills Pat's glass halfway with a swoop and a settling of the bottle, label facing the couple. He smiles a wish for good appetite. And with his toweled arm folded across his tight, flat torso, he retreats into swinging white doors with the solemnity of a magnificently buttocked angel entering the shining cloud of heaven.

Pat and Sarah giggle, clink glasses, and sip.

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