May 2012 – Michigan Quarterly Review

May 2012

Summer Jobs

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by Gina Balibrera

The summer between high school and college I worked at a clothing boutique in San Francisco, taking polyester tube tops out of boxes, steaming them on hangers, and carrying them across the earthquake-dinted floorboards, which glowed golden in the midday-light, to the rounders for the shop’s wealthy patrons to admire. My boss, K-, lived in a studio above a flower shop and frequently aired her romantic woes.

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by Gina Balibrera

The summer between high school and college I worked at a clothing boutique in San Francisco, taking polyester tube tops out of boxes, steaming them on hangers, and carrying them across the earthquake-dinted floorboards, which glowed golden in the midday-light, to the rounders for the shop’s wealthy patrons to admire. My boss, K-, lived in a studio above a flower shop and frequently aired her romantic woes.

“Internal Monument” Wins a Pushcart

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Congratulations to G. C. Waldrep–whose “Internal Monument,” which appeared in the Spring 2011 issue of MQR, has been  selected for inclusion in Puchcart Prize XXXVII: Best of the Small Presses.

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Congratulations to G. C. Waldrep–whose “Internal Monument,” which appeared in the Spring 2011 issue of MQR, has been  selected for inclusion in Puchcart Prize XXXVII: Best of the Small Presses.

“Cloud Food,” by Julia Gibson

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It was the third dry year. There had been a stream once, made of snowmelt from the mountains to the north, but even the snow had been sparse the winter our coyote mother met our dad, a dog who had his own concerns. When he stopped showing up, it wasn’t because he didn’t want to, Mam said. His obligations conflicted.

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It was the third dry year. There had been a stream once, made of snowmelt from the mountains to the north, but even the snow had been sparse the winter our coyote mother met our dad, a dog who had his own concerns. When he stopped showing up, it wasn’t because he didn’t want to, Mam said. His obligations conflicted.

The Ego Is So OVERRATED

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As opposed to wit, which is often just pedantic cruelty, more ingenious than funny, rarely instructive or heartening, aphorism is, historically, a manly form, laconic, from the Spartan polis of Laconia.

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As opposed to wit, which is often just pedantic cruelty, more ingenious than funny, rarely instructive or heartening, aphorism is, historically, a manly form, laconic, from the Spartan polis of Laconia.

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