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  • August 15, 2014

    REMEMBERING STEFANIA WORTMAN

    * nonfiction by Marcin Otto, from Stefanie Wortman's essay in MQR 53:3 Summer 2014 * In early 1940, several months into the Nazi occupation, Elektoralna found itself in the middle of a huge quarter called the Warsaw Ghetto, surrounded by a tall wall. Eleonora was Jewish but apparently she abandoned the flat with her children and stayed outside of the Ghetto, concealing their Jewish identities. In ...

  • July 28, 2014

    WE CAN PRACTICE STARTS

    * fiction by Courtney Sender, excerpted from MQR 53:2, Spring 2014 * Look, the truth of the way of the world is that David loves Moira enough to move to the middle of Nothing, England, for her, and Moira doesn’t love David enough to pick up the goddamned phone. All David wants to do is warn her:...

  • July 2, 2014

    BAD FAITH: THE WORST FIRST DATE OF AN OKCUPID MODERATOR

    * nonfiction by Christopher Kempf, excerpted from MQR 53:2, Spring 2014 * I began to understand by the second beer that I'd been misled in more than mere appearances. Aubrey was not, as she suggested in the “What I'm doing with my life” section of her profile, “petting every single dog she saw” for a living, but was, like so many young San Franciscan hipsters I'd been trying to avoid, work...

  • May 21, 2014

    INDIAN PIPE

    poetry by G. C. Waldrep, excerpted from MQR 53:2, Spring 2014 I came to love late, as in a forest clearing one walks at dusk & spies, in the needlemass, that pale clump, un- suspected, not there just a few hours before: indian pipe,...

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