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July/Aug 2019

Pagan Virtues

By Stephen Dunn

If you have them, your day will overflow with options; you can reexamine everything that smells of dogma or the forbidden, tip your hat to the great poem that is […]

Mar/Apr 2018

I Was Thinking

By Stephen Dunn

in the narrow confines of a single page perhaps even of a single life, the made-up can rival the likely, the way fantastic things can enliven and expand the possible, […]

Spring 2014

Remaining the Same

By Stephen Dunn

Our ways have to change, he said to her, if we wish to remain the same. She agreed, and said, Let’s start with your ways first. For example, your belief […]

Spring 2014

My Bad

By Stephen Dunn

The people who say “My bad” are unable to say, “Sorry, I was wrong, I’ll never do that again.” At best they half mean something like, I underestimated my capacity […]

Fall 2012

The Obvious

By Stephen Dunn

Sometimes when the obvious is out there battling to get past its lightweight reputation and offer us what it conceals, little apertures appear, invite the eye. A man can see […]

Summer 2004

Turning to the Page

By Stephen Dunn

I remember that cavernous silence after my first declaration of love, then, feeling I must have been misunderstood, saying it again, and, years later, with someone else, exclaiming, “That was […]

Summer/Fall 1999

The Sexual Revolution

By Stephen Dunn

In that time of great freedom to touch  and get in touch, we lived on the prairie amid polite moral certainty. The sensate world seemed  elsewhere, and was. On our […]

Summer/Fall 1999

Before the Sky Darkens

By Stephen Dunn

Sunsets, incipient storms, the tableaus of melancholy—maybe these are the Saturday night events to take your best girl to. At least then there might be moments of vanishing beauty before […]

Winter 1998

Riffs & Reciprocities

By Stephen Dunn

DEMOCRACY Appalling that some people—the mendacious, the uninformed—can vote. Yet worse if they could not. Oddly, the majority does have an intelligence, sleepy-keen, animal-like, most brilliant when injured or wronged. […]

Spring 1994

Decorum

By Stephen Dunn

She wrote, “They were making love up against the gymnasium wall,” and another young woman in class, serious enough to smile, said “No, that’s fucking, they must have been fucking,” […]

Spring 1987

Stories

By Stephen Dunn

It was back when we used to listen to stories,   our minds developing pictures as we were taken into the elsewhere of our experience or to the forbidden   or under […]