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HAYDEN'S FERRY REVIEW

FALL/WINTER 2000 ISSUE 27

 

Table of Contents

 

Fiction

 

Paula Morris
Bright [9]

Lydia Davis
City People [14]
Boring Friends [15]
Housewife [16]
The Movies Last Night [17]
A Visit Before the Birth [18]

Courtney Eldridge
Red Cross [34]

J. David Stevens
The Torturer's Dream [44]
_______: A '90s Story [45]

Bonnie A. Voita
Crazy Hands [74]

Roger David
Boswell and Johnson [88]

 

Poetry

 

Elton Glaser
Lake Effect [23]

Caley O'Dwyer
In the Cool House [24]

Cynthia Hogue
Though We Change, One Flying After Another [25]

Reginald Shepherd
The Shallows [26]
Picture Theory [28]

Timothy Liu
Low Tide [36]

Eamon Grennan
Current Events [37]
Wind Chimes [38]
Inventory [40]

Kevin Pilkington
The Last Saint [42]

David Wagoner
Playing the Heavy Father [56]

Maureen Seaton
Poem with a Repeating Line by Sapphire [58]

Jeannine Savard
Slow Waves [60]
Air Show [61]

Beth Understahl
First Date at a Candy Factory [63]

Amanda Stern
drive [64]

Roger Sedarat
Khomeini's Beard [65]

Ruth Foxe Blader
The Preparation of Bone Glue [84]

Matt Robinson
white cells [85]

Dennis Schmitz
Those Condemned by Appetite to Eat Themselves [86]

 

Art

 

Barbara Schaefer
Sympathetic Magic 3 Windows [19]

Daniel Cupano
The Tall Man [20]
The Machine [21]

Jaye Whitworth
"What if this was A?" [22]

Betty Sapp Ragan
Uptown Theater [30]
Temple Garage [31]

Sarah Puckitt
The Visitor [32]
Inside Out [33]

Christine Sandifur
Fall in the Canyon [66]
Accounting [67]

Machiko Kondo
In and Out [68]
The Knots [69]

Julian Vandercook
untitled [70]
untitled [71]

Lance Terry
Christmas Wreath [72]
Drunk on Mill Avenue [73]

 

Interview

 

Mark Garrigan
Beyond CivilWarLand: An Interview with George Saunders [99]

 

Prentice Hall Student Writing Contest
First Place Winners

 

Zachary Jack
The Poem to My Mother Was a Lake Filled with Treachery [105]

Valerie Cumming
Scar [107]

 

Associated Writing Programs Intro Journals Award

 

Marie J. Carvalho
What Love Sees [120]

Christina Pugh
Rotary [122]

Erin Gnidziejko-Smith
The Pipe [124]

Jennifer Anderson
Fishing From Shore [141]

Contributors [147]

 

Hayden's Ferry Review Issue 27 Cover

 

Issue 27 Staff

 

Managing Editor
Salima Keegan

Assistant Managing Editor
Irena Praitis

Poetry Editors
Sean M. Nevin
Maureen White

Fiction Editors
Tom Bonfiglio
Tim Hohmann

Art Editors
Jennifer Claire Chapis
Kevin Vaughan-Brubaker

Editorial Advisor
Melissa Pritchard

Associate Editors
Jennifer Claire Chapis
Jennifer Currin
Mark Garrigan
Julie Hensley
Robert Johnson, Jr.
Boyd A. Jorden
Bill Martin
Michael Murphy
Irena Praitis
Jennifer Spiegel
Kevin Vaughan-Brubaker

Editorial Assistants
Catherine Johnson
Kim Moore
Stephanie Reeves
Serene T. Santi

Copy Editors
Catherine Johnson
Irena Praitis

Prentice Hall Contest Editors
Michael Guerra
Rick Liljegren

 

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Poetry Selection – Eamon Grennan, Current Events

Smoke and sudden flares. Day fleet as a scent
off hedges--honeysuckle or some thick rotsweetness
off the indigenous dead. Carpet I'm burning,
old dry stuff catching fire: in the morning
a charred place on stones; scatter of ash. One
thing pushed up against another is what breaks
the great silence of the world we live in. Or my own
slow steps on gravel: in their congregate silence cows
stare at me and stare: cow-ears and cow-tails
flicking, flickering. This man now
leaning up from among the staked beans
has a look I know, although his body
has gone beyond us. On the mountain road
a whole field of bog cotton for binding wounds,
bog asphodel to lead the likes of us over, eyes closed,
then open on saffron and gold, a fresh kind of light
crinkling the wind. Lethal-lipped, honey-tipped,
the little monstrances of sundew
waiting their shining moment: they sip, swallow,
glinting in cloudlight. Then sheep biting hillsides
to the bone, a yellowhammer glowing
over a clump of heather, racket of stones
rounding in water, water splintering over stones,
and the sea in the distance--all the sudden shiny grind of it.

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Fiction Selection – Lydia Davis's City People

They have moved to the country. The country is nice enough: there are quail sitting in the bushes and frogs peeping in the swamps. But they are uneasy. They quarrel more often. They cry, or she cries and he bows his head. He is pale all the time now. She wakes in a panic at night, hearing him sniffle. She wakes in a panic again, hearing a car go up the driveway. In the morning there is sunlight on their faces but mice are chattering in the walls. He hates the mice. The pump breaks. They replace the pump. They poison the mice. Their neighbor's dog barks. The dog won't stop barking. She could poison the dog.

"We're city people," he says, and there aren't any nice cities to live in."

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