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HAYDEN'S FERRY REVIEW

FALL/WINTER 1998 ISSUE 23

 

Table of Contents

 

Fiction

 

Rick Bass
The Comet [8]

Allyson Stack
Bottom Feeders [14]

Brad Vice
Stalin [19]

Ruben Degollado
Turroco [53]

Gina Ochsner
Modern Taxidermy [70]

 

Poetry

 

Lisa May Giles
By Day He is Good [5]

Peter Rennick
Ferry from the Vineyard [6]

R. Okuaki Lieber
Heckcher State Park [7]

Devon Miller-Duggan
Farther North [10]

Alessandra J. Lynch
Making Conversation [11]

Michael David Madonick
The Pelican [12]

Linda Bieler
Coming Back From Belize [13]

Douglas Goetsch
One Day Old Baby [15]

Joseph O. Legaspi
The Sow [17]

Kristin Bock
Return [18]

Jeff Mock
The Absence of Presence [29]

Katherine Riegel
Substances [31]

David Rigsbee
Mowing Day [32]

Christopher Chambers
The Mathematics of Desire [33]

Theodore Kiesselbach
The Switching Yard [34]

Jean Valentine
The Tower Roof [45]
Rodney Dying (3) [46]
Embryo [47]

Tony Whedon
Equinox [48]

Kristine Somerville
Dreams of Flight [51]

Alpay Ulku
Homage [52]

Lia Purpura
The Botanist to her Subject [59]

Julia Wendell
Move [61]

Jackie Bartley
Seeing the Elephant [62]

Laurie Blauner
The Hit Man, the Rhinestone [63]

Sarah Gail Johnson
Ruins [65]

Lyn Lifshin
When You Pulled the Barrettes Out [66]

Terry Ann Thaxton
Conspiracy [67]

Susan B. A. Somers-Willett
A Pain, A Fencepost, A Black-and White Film [68]

M. Rebecca Ransom
Dragging Horses [69]

Lisa Oram
Ballerina at the Potter's Wheel [83]

Nick Barrett
Learning to Shave [85]

Maria Luisa Carino
Dialogue with the Body [86]

Oliver Francisco de la Paz
Blouse [88]

 

Art

 

Erica Van Horn
7 Lady Saints [16]

Karen Kunc
Dream of an Echo [30]
Shaping Sounds [50]
Becoming Visible [60]

Judy Youngblood
Storm at Sea [49]
Untitled [58]

KAKE
My 9 Migraine Cures [64]

Sheila Pitt
Milagro-Ear [84]

 

Interviews

 

Susan Hood
A Conversation with Jean Valentine [35]

Tim Hohmann
Beyond Carbines, "Scare Quotes" and "The Stench of Fiction": An Interview with Rick Moody [89]

 

AWP Intro Journals Award Winners

 

Sheryl Lynn Grant
School of Innocence [98]

Carrie Jerrell
Anniversary [113]

Nevada Jane Hanners
Villa Real de Santo Anotnio Portugal [114]

Jon Hoyt
My Father and Some Damn Cows [115]

Brena Volk
Eating Guilt [116]

Contributors [124]

Hayden's Ferry Review Issue 23 Cover

 


Issue 23 Staff

 

Managing Editor
Salima Keegan

Poetry Editors
Susan Allspaw
Rick Liljegren

Fiction Editors
Deborah Ackerman
Papatya Bucak

Art Editor
Emily Muschinske

Editorial Advisor
Melissa Pritchard

Associate Editors
Heather Marie Hoyt
Mary Kenagy
Robert Krut
Steven Landes
Stephanie Owen
Julie Parker
Rashid Robinson
Maidi Terry

Editorial Assistants
Mary-Catherine Ferguson
Michael Jung
Stacey MacDonald
Lisa Petty
Jennifer Understahl
Maureen White

Copy Editor
Maura Mackowski

 

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Poetry Selection – Lia Purpura, The Botanist to Her Subject

Because I know you
twist and draw up
all that falls freely,
and live on light,
a modified fire
and air, that convergence
of threadbare scarves,
earth itself and water,
the inconsistent other,
does that make me
the one to name you,
all motion and angle,
by your fringe, fans,
broad face, cartographic veins--
I who break into your shade
and boil your milk to sweetness,
dig up the patch where you stand
to make another, younger
slip of you, I who bathe
each night in all you ever needed,
poured over my head, out of a cloud
I turn on and off at will?

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Fiction Selection – Ruben Degollado, Turroco

I was being shaken awake, then being led into the car, staggering, half-lucid. In the car, I was between them, my mother and father. Every minute or so, a car would face off with ours, light up our faces, then pass and leave us in darkness.

"Are you sure about this?" she asked.

"Pues, tenemos que hacer algo," he said.

"Yeah, Viejo, but we aren't doing right," she said, her face lighting up.

"Mi mama lo conoce." His face again faded into shadow.

"Yeah, Viejo, but just because your mother knows him doesn't mean nothing."

"Es un hombre de Dios."

"Yeah, Viejo, but is he even a priest?"

 

 

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