Iowa Review

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HUMAN RIGHTS INDEX

Apr 01, 2008; Anonymous ... Article 18 of the 1948 Universal Declaration of Human Rights declares that "[e]veryone has the right to freedom of thought, conscience and religion." Article 18 of the 1966 International Covenant on Civil and Political Rights enters this ideal into formal international law, adding that "[t]his ...

Woman with a Yellow Scarf

Apr 01, 2008; Ruefle, Mary ... I was reading in bed in the morning, something I like to do, something I try to do every thirty days, two or three hours, usually on a Sunday, reading in bed in the morning is not like reading at any other hour-first thing!-your mind fresh and alive and responsive, sometimes you read something ...

My Search Among the Birds

Apr 01, 2008; Anonymous ... Aug 19 It took the little birds-are they wrens?-about a week to find the seeds. Aug 23 One day a pigeon joined them, he was larger and seemed "superior," the wrens seemed "respectful," as if they were deferring to him. (later) I saw a bird in the bushes near Dairy Queen. It ...

All My Roe

Apr 01, 2008; Anonymous ... The mystery of mysteries was not a thing to be spoken lightly of, night after night we guessed but never asked, it meant that we were on our way to the Earth, a convulsive shudder now and then and one of us would leave, it was the end of mental, there would be object lessons, butter, sugar, cake ...

Stairs

Apr 01, 2008; Leach, Amy ... A long time ago I saw the tops of the tallest trees from a window. The little octagonal windows here are set high, three feet above eye level, so that you can look up at birds and snowfall but not down on grass or ice floes or bonfires. But I have not seen a bird for many days; it is just blue ...

Alter Ego

Apr 01, 2008; Anonymous ... Once I dreamed that a man tore open his chest and handed me his heart. I rarely question what other people decide to do, and so I held it, and it throbbed, and it was still connected to him by arteries. He was very thin in my dream. He stared at me. I did not like holding his heart. But ...

Very Decent of You

Apr 01, 2008; Zimmer, Paul ... If you drive east on D117 you come up on a twisty road out of the scenic gorge where the town of Quillan is spread, and cross part of the Plateau du Sault to get to the little French town of Puivert. As you dip down the road to drive in, you notice a recreational lake, which was at one time a ...

Pilgrim

Apr 01, 2008; London, Sara ... She hoped her husband wouldn't mind that she wanted to lie down with Billy, spoon him right there in the hospital bed. Billy was another man, and that was always going to be hard, but really he was just a boy, and it would be nothing like the dream she'd had in her twenties that Bob Dylan was on ...

The Golden Lesson

Apr 01, 2008; Somers-Willett, Susan B A ... Leonardo cracks the thief's sternum with precision and opens the proportion, fearful symmetry glistening in the flat wet lungs like a bird's folded wings or two lozenges of yellow amber laid on a plate. He licks his fingertips blackened by thin strips of ...

Dandelion

Apr 01, 2008; Black, Malachi ... She sleeps folded up like an old phone number, no name on a scrap of nap kin in a stranger's calf skin wallet, her half-closed hand in the shape of a shaved lamb. She is the seed ingrown, alone inside an ...

Ivory Tower Boy

Apr 01, 2008; Diehl, Wilson ... I do not care so much what some theorist you read last night and are writing about this morning has to say about desire. I do not care unless it is directly related to the way you slip your fingers into me in the dimness of your bedroom as a car alarm blares ...

Pearl

Apr 01, 2008; Anonymous ... At the pretzel stand by the food court a pale doughy woman perches on a stool and maybe it matters or maybe it doesn't but she has Down's syndrome and is handing out samples thumb-sized pretzel bits and I decline-I'm buying a pretzel, I do ...

Prayer for the Underground Supplicant

Apr 01, 2008; Lee, Karen An-Hwei ... Remember old flowers cast in your rustling arms, liverwurst wrapped in newspaper, one blistering pound ... or the moon's cracked birch bark frail as a dollar on a blind woman's face, pale hydrangea shredded and falling in rare archives, a paper subway in a ...

Five Villanelles

Apr 01, 2008; Barnes, Jim ... " ...and, toward the end, it glimmered with entlang rumors of tranquillity." -Anthony Lane, The New Yorker, 4 July 2005 There was one witness: his name was Robinson or so he said. The day was gray and wet and he had a crooked eye and a long coat ...

Selections from the Daily Palette

Apr 01, 2008; Nugent, Lynne ... Our name, The Iowa Review, implies our rootedness in a particular geographical location. But are we? We publish submissions from around the country and globe; we mail out subscriptions just as far afield. So what is our connection to Iowa, apart from our phone and desk at a university that also ...

Distance Learning Circuit Rider

Apr 01, 2008; Ford, William ... Into the soft yellow and plum Colored edges of old Bibles, I'm driving home, teaching done, Listening to Mahalia Jackson's "The Upper Room." It's a prayer Anyone country would understand. My students would, some Who actually went to a small ...

The Award

Apr 01, 2008; Colwell, Amelia ... God won an award- A navy blue ribbon- for being awesome God took his ribbon home, Hung it on the fridge, And left it there two months. He liked the way the letters sparkled God lost his award One day when he was reading A ...

The Bedroom

Apr 01, 2008; Newman, April ... The bedroom had dark plank floors with one rug poking out in the center. The walls were yellow behind a painting of wild mustangs galloping through a mountain range, their muscles statuesque. Grandma kept quarters in turquoise beaded purses from South Dakota on her dresser, the brown-edged ...

Rain on a Dead Child

Apr 01, 2008; Salama, Salma ... It was midnight. Our government van had a permit to carry us from the corporation offices where we worked to our homes. We drove through torrential rain. In a flash of lightning, we saw a woman carrying something like a sleeping child wrapped in a blanket in her arms. With sadness in her eyes, ...

February 15th

Apr 01, 2008; Nagy, Claudia ... Valentine on college rule, scribed in tidy red ink One day late, with love, from hopeful girl to boy, Ending with pretty, shiny letters, hearts dotting the Is. I like you. [Author ...


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