{"title":"Age","authors":"P. Neruda, J. t.","doi":"10.1353/rcr.2011.0055","DOIUrl":"https://doi.org/10.1353/rcr.2011.0055","url":null,"abstract":"","PeriodicalId":158814,"journal":{"name":"Red Cedar Review","volume":"40 1","pages":"0"},"PeriodicalIF":0.0,"publicationDate":"2011-08-06","publicationTypes":"Journal Article","fieldsOfStudy":null,"isOpenAccess":false,"openAccessPdf":"","citationCount":null,"resultStr":null,"platform":"Semanticscholar","paperid":"124184704","PeriodicalName":null,"FirstCategoryId":null,"ListUrlMain":null,"RegionNum":0,"RegionCategory":"","ArticlePicture":[],"TitleCN":null,"AbstractTextCN":null,"PMCID":"","EPubDate":null,"PubModel":null,"JCR":null,"JCRName":null,"Score":null,"Total":0}
When she gets back her prints, she realizes her husband shot the film first— so their daughter pumps a long rope swing over her brother’s football team like an autumn goddess, her friends’ faces at her fifteenth birthday party smile through yellow and black numbered uniforms, knee-pad legs are heaps of leaves the girls jump into weeks later without realizing, boys rush a ball down a green field of girls with their feet in the air as they leap— the giant dog has an oak leaf stuck to his nose in the middle of a lilliputian huddle; and here she is, mother, part Chinese restaurant, part stretched on the bed. Her daughter trails long blonde lawns of sunbright leaves down both sides of face and body like a veil and train, and the family portrait is all raked up in a pile, starting to blow away.
{"title":"Double Exposure","authors":"Anneliese Sheffield","doi":"10.1353/rcr.2011.0011","DOIUrl":"https://doi.org/10.1353/rcr.2011.0011","url":null,"abstract":"When she gets back her prints, she realizes her husband shot the film first— so their daughter pumps a long rope swing over her brother’s football team like an autumn goddess, her friends’ faces at her fifteenth birthday party smile through yellow and black numbered uniforms, knee-pad legs are heaps of leaves the girls jump into weeks later without realizing, boys rush a ball down a green field of girls with their feet in the air as they leap— the giant dog has an oak leaf stuck to his nose in the middle of a lilliputian huddle; and here she is, mother, part Chinese restaurant, part stretched on the bed. Her daughter trails long blonde lawns of sunbright leaves down both sides of face and body like a veil and train, and the family portrait is all raked up in a pile, starting to blow away.","PeriodicalId":158814,"journal":{"name":"Red Cedar Review","volume":"3 1","pages":"0"},"PeriodicalIF":0.0,"publicationDate":"2011-08-06","publicationTypes":"Journal Article","fieldsOfStudy":null,"isOpenAccess":false,"openAccessPdf":"","citationCount":null,"resultStr":null,"platform":"Semanticscholar","paperid":"117099507","PeriodicalName":null,"FirstCategoryId":null,"ListUrlMain":null,"RegionNum":0,"RegionCategory":"","ArticlePicture":[],"TitleCN":null,"AbstractTextCN":null,"PMCID":"","EPubDate":null,"PubModel":null,"JCR":null,"JCRName":null,"Score":null,"Total":0}
{"title":"First Freeze","authors":"Melvyn S. Bucholtz","doi":"10.1353/rcr.2011.0036","DOIUrl":"https://doi.org/10.1353/rcr.2011.0036","url":null,"abstract":"","PeriodicalId":158814,"journal":{"name":"Red Cedar Review","volume":"57 1","pages":"0"},"PeriodicalIF":0.0,"publicationDate":"2011-08-06","publicationTypes":"Journal Article","fieldsOfStudy":null,"isOpenAccess":false,"openAccessPdf":"","citationCount":null,"resultStr":null,"platform":"Semanticscholar","paperid":"134157599","PeriodicalName":null,"FirstCategoryId":null,"ListUrlMain":null,"RegionNum":0,"RegionCategory":"","ArticlePicture":[],"TitleCN":null,"AbstractTextCN":null,"PMCID":"","EPubDate":null,"PubModel":null,"JCR":null,"JCRName":null,"Score":null,"Total":0}
H is flying in to see you for a long weekend. He works at a place where you get every possible holiday, a bank or a school or the government. You don’t know exactly what he does. Something involving numbers. You have known each other since college, from college. You’ve seen him once or twice a year since graduation: same place, same time kind of things. But this is his first visit to see you, just to see you. He lives far enough away that driving isn’t feasible. Especially because you hate to drive and he doesn’t own a car. Th omas, always for you Th omas and never Tom, Th omas lives in Boston. He doesn’t, he says, need a car. How nice for him! Your car, on the other hand, has been acting up: making rude noises, stalling. Mornings you pump the gas (three times three is the magic number) and hope that it will start. Th ere is really no other way to get around where you live in Texas. Th omas takes the T, the mass transit in Boston, Massachusetts. You mix up the words, try to fit it into a limerick:
{"title":"How to Have a Visitor","authors":"Toby Bochan","doi":"10.1353/rcr.2011.0037","DOIUrl":"https://doi.org/10.1353/rcr.2011.0037","url":null,"abstract":"H is flying in to see you for a long weekend. He works at a place where you get every possible holiday, a bank or a school or the government. You don’t know exactly what he does. Something involving numbers. You have known each other since college, from college. You’ve seen him once or twice a year since graduation: same place, same time kind of things. But this is his first visit to see you, just to see you. He lives far enough away that driving isn’t feasible. Especially because you hate to drive and he doesn’t own a car. Th omas, always for you Th omas and never Tom, Th omas lives in Boston. He doesn’t, he says, need a car. How nice for him! Your car, on the other hand, has been acting up: making rude noises, stalling. Mornings you pump the gas (three times three is the magic number) and hope that it will start. Th ere is really no other way to get around where you live in Texas. Th omas takes the T, the mass transit in Boston, Massachusetts. You mix up the words, try to fit it into a limerick:","PeriodicalId":158814,"journal":{"name":"Red Cedar Review","volume":"73 1","pages":"0"},"PeriodicalIF":0.0,"publicationDate":"2011-08-06","publicationTypes":"Journal Article","fieldsOfStudy":null,"isOpenAccess":false,"openAccessPdf":"","citationCount":null,"resultStr":null,"platform":"Semanticscholar","paperid":"127203865","PeriodicalName":null,"FirstCategoryId":null,"ListUrlMain":null,"RegionNum":0,"RegionCategory":"","ArticlePicture":[],"TitleCN":null,"AbstractTextCN":null,"PMCID":"","EPubDate":null,"PubModel":null,"JCR":null,"JCRName":null,"Score":null,"Total":0}
{"title":"Every Day It Matters Less That I'm Not Tall","authors":"C. Webb","doi":"10.1353/RCR.2011.0017","DOIUrl":"https://doi.org/10.1353/RCR.2011.0017","url":null,"abstract":"","PeriodicalId":158814,"journal":{"name":"Red Cedar Review","volume":"175 1","pages":"0"},"PeriodicalIF":0.0,"publicationDate":"2011-08-06","publicationTypes":"Journal Article","fieldsOfStudy":null,"isOpenAccess":false,"openAccessPdf":"","citationCount":null,"resultStr":null,"platform":"Semanticscholar","paperid":"114614838","PeriodicalName":null,"FirstCategoryId":null,"ListUrlMain":null,"RegionNum":0,"RegionCategory":"","ArticlePicture":[],"TitleCN":null,"AbstractTextCN":null,"PMCID":"","EPubDate":null,"PubModel":null,"JCR":null,"JCRName":null,"Score":null,"Total":0}
W silently in the bus station a few minutes before midnight, Carolyn and Art Bradley wondered how in the world they had gotten themselves into this baby business. Neither of them wanted to voice an opinion, neither wanted to lose the courage they had so carefully nurtured together, but privately each speculated: Carolyn had answered the advertisement, made the first call; but Art kept talking about how empty their house seemed. Yet even to themselves the answer was obvious: they wanted a baby, and they were willing to do whatever was necessary to get one, including meeting a complete stranger at a midnight bus station and housing her for three months. In fact, the Bradleys had paid an exceptional amount of money to the Lullaby Adoption Agency for just such an opportunity, and they were in way too deep, psychologically as well as financially, to back out now. At least the bus appeared to be on schedule. Midnight was not the time to wait for a bus, or to arrive in one, for that matter. But the message Carolyn had received earlier that afternoon, sufficiently cryptic to start the secretaries talking in her office, was clear on the time of arrival: “K. Miller on Greyhound from Dayton at 12:12 a.m.” A few days earlier they had been notified that their pending obligation was being called in—a sort of last minute check by Lullaby to be sure the couple wasn’t reneging—but real information, other than a first initial and a last name, had been purposely withheld. Confidentiality was a large part of any adoption program, yet somehow they had expected a little more than a name and bus route. After all, this was not the mother of their future baby; they were simply obliged
{"title":"Crescent Heart","authors":"M. Bookman","doi":"10.1353/rcr.2011.0048","DOIUrl":"https://doi.org/10.1353/rcr.2011.0048","url":null,"abstract":"W silently in the bus station a few minutes before midnight, Carolyn and Art Bradley wondered how in the world they had gotten themselves into this baby business. Neither of them wanted to voice an opinion, neither wanted to lose the courage they had so carefully nurtured together, but privately each speculated: Carolyn had answered the advertisement, made the first call; but Art kept talking about how empty their house seemed. Yet even to themselves the answer was obvious: they wanted a baby, and they were willing to do whatever was necessary to get one, including meeting a complete stranger at a midnight bus station and housing her for three months. In fact, the Bradleys had paid an exceptional amount of money to the Lullaby Adoption Agency for just such an opportunity, and they were in way too deep, psychologically as well as financially, to back out now. At least the bus appeared to be on schedule. Midnight was not the time to wait for a bus, or to arrive in one, for that matter. But the message Carolyn had received earlier that afternoon, sufficiently cryptic to start the secretaries talking in her office, was clear on the time of arrival: “K. Miller on Greyhound from Dayton at 12:12 a.m.” A few days earlier they had been notified that their pending obligation was being called in—a sort of last minute check by Lullaby to be sure the couple wasn’t reneging—but real information, other than a first initial and a last name, had been purposely withheld. Confidentiality was a large part of any adoption program, yet somehow they had expected a little more than a name and bus route. After all, this was not the mother of their future baby; they were simply obliged","PeriodicalId":158814,"journal":{"name":"Red Cedar Review","volume":"1 1","pages":"0"},"PeriodicalIF":0.0,"publicationDate":"2011-08-06","publicationTypes":"Journal Article","fieldsOfStudy":null,"isOpenAccess":false,"openAccessPdf":"","citationCount":null,"resultStr":null,"platform":"Semanticscholar","paperid":"120949201","PeriodicalName":null,"FirstCategoryId":null,"ListUrlMain":null,"RegionNum":0,"RegionCategory":"","ArticlePicture":[],"TitleCN":null,"AbstractTextCN":null,"PMCID":"","EPubDate":null,"PubModel":null,"JCR":null,"JCRName":null,"Score":null,"Total":0}
{"title":"The Man with the Wicker Cigar","authors":"G. Hitchcock","doi":"10.1353/RCR.2011.0019","DOIUrl":"https://doi.org/10.1353/RCR.2011.0019","url":null,"abstract":"","PeriodicalId":158814,"journal":{"name":"Red Cedar Review","volume":"17 1","pages":"0"},"PeriodicalIF":0.0,"publicationDate":"2011-08-06","publicationTypes":"Journal Article","fieldsOfStudy":null,"isOpenAccess":false,"openAccessPdf":"","citationCount":null,"resultStr":null,"platform":"Semanticscholar","paperid":"132619806","PeriodicalName":null,"FirstCategoryId":null,"ListUrlMain":null,"RegionNum":0,"RegionCategory":"","ArticlePicture":[],"TitleCN":null,"AbstractTextCN":null,"PMCID":"","EPubDate":null,"PubModel":null,"JCR":null,"JCRName":null,"Score":null,"Total":0}
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