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From:Journal of International Women's Studies (Vol. 14, Issue 3) Peer-ReviewedAbstract This article addresses gender and entrepreneurship in a West African context. Through a case study of the network Les Femmes Entrepreneurs in Ngaoundere, North Cameroon, gendered spaces and how these are...
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From:Sister Namibia (Vol. 25, Issue 3) Peer-ReviewedDear Sister My name is Given, I'm an 18 year old girl. I want to ask you to tell me some ways of knowing if a guy loves a girl. My boyfriend and I haven't been dating that long and we agreed to have sex only when I'm...
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From:Research in African Literatures (Vol. 45, Issue 1) Peer-ReviewedThe present article examines the way Zakia Tahiri's film Number One (2009) foregrounds a renewed understanding of gender and gender relations in contemporary Morocco, especially in the wake of the New Family Code Reform...
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From:The Southern Review (Vol. 48, Issue 2) Peer-ReviewedThe boats leaned back toward the boardwalk as the wind and wake rocked them and tilted the masts that shone like pewter. The dark looked laminated over the distant beach-house lights while the gulls, closer in, clamored...
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From:Feminist Studies (Vol. 38, Issue 2) Peer-ReviewedSplit empty, drilled, filled not just with grief but an urge for it, a calm simple mouth: look what a thing I've become. But when it happened, when the tearing first landed, was a happiness that seized me: little...
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From:Arab Studies Quarterly (Vol. 31, Issue 3) Peer-ReviewedTHIS ESSAY INVESTIGATES THE CHANGING gender relations and roles as represented in recent Egyptian films set in Cairo, in order to study the relationship between the individual and the restructuring of urban space in a...
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From:The Southern Review (Vol. 45, Issue 2) Peer-ReviewedGirls from high wires like autumn leaves from trapezes their short bright skirts flapping in tent breezes The way they love without nets The crowd screams for cotton candy and peanuts The Ringmaster directs their eyes...
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From:The Midwest Quarterly (Vol. 50, Issue 2) Peer-ReviewedAnd that day at the lake, whose idea was it to knock frogs from lilypads? birds from trees with stones? to crack open turtles like piñatas? No matter what sweetheart you are fucking, you owe it to yourself to keep your...
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From:The Midwest Quarterly (Vol. 50, Issue 4) Peer-ReviewedDeborah Landau, Spring 1999 All night jackhammers stammer beneath the window. The man lying beside me exhales, says it's late, turns away. This mattress is a cave, a bit deeper every night, where we've hurried again,...
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From:Antigonish Review (Issue 156) Peer-ReviewedSex is all talk and watered-down cologne in the last stall on the left of the public can beside Town Hall. Taxpayers' money, boys and flies. She knows sex is out there somewhere so all she has to do is find it. Make...
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From:The Kenyon Review (Vol. 32, Issue 1) Peer-ReviewedAcross the black belt of night, star fires tease faint memories of home. I cross the wide Missouri near Crow Creek, SD. Years ago smoke blended campfire shadows of a woman into the dappled trees of autumn, though now...
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From:Poetry (Vol. 193, Issue 6) Peer-ReviewedShe came to see him in the safehouse to interface without biography or autobiography. I am, she told him, the only one here who cares whether you continue to live. I care, he said, but it was formulaic. His propensity,...
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From:New England Review (Vol. 30, Issue 4) Peer-Reviewedafter a chalk drawing by J. H. Hasselhorst, 1864 Whoever she was, she comes to us like this: lips parted, long hair spilling from the table like water from a pitcher, nipples drawn out for inspection. Perhaps to...
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From:The Kenyon Review (Vol. 32, Issue 1) Peer-ReviewedShe broke the laws and evidence of nature, physics, time, anything that would cost her more than she could acknowledge, believing these things would not fall to rot and waste, that she could transform them into...
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From:Prairie Schooner (Vol. 83, Issue 3)Pre-Viagra, pre-Cialis, When my beaux were young and randy, Always poking with a phallus, It was just a snack, like candy. How I miss those long-bygone days When the flesh was firm and fecund: Now the snack's become the...
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From:Prairie Schooner (Vol. 84, Issue 1)from A Selected History of Her Heart Was it rape, date rape to use the current term--or did she ask for it--to use the crude vernacular. Look at him: a handsome young Moslem, Lieutenant in the Moroccan Army,...
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From:Ploughshares (Vol. 36, Issue 2-3)The notification came on a weekend, and Jake's, in Iceland, had gotten through first. Sarah was in a desert, her cell phone wasn't working well, and she had to go back to the base to find out what was wrong. She...
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From:The Kenyon Review (Vol. 32, Issue 3) Peer-ReviewedWhen my glassy-eyed grandmother opens the front door of her red brick bungalow, her beautiful white face preternaturally still, I know that she has died alone sometime during the night or early morning, and that she is...
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From:New England Review (Vol. 32, Issue 3) Peer-ReviewedBeneath the glitter those low lights suspended above the barroom, he winced a little as I reminded a man's blank stare he and I'd already met. Later, I'd see he simply didn't like my direct manner of address. Soon I'd...
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From:Poetry (Vol. 196, Issue 2) Peer-ReviewedSkipping out from the major international cocktail party with my becleavaged blight, a jeroboam in her tight fist, I broke open my copy of Sarcasm for Beginners , i.e., men. Never had I seen so many pairs of...