{"title":"Natural Disasters","authors":"K. Oyedeji","doi":"10.18356/064ce6df-en","DOIUrl":"https://doi.org/10.18356/064ce6df-en","url":null,"abstract":"Y clutching your left side when you arrive home late Friday evening. You bring some of the outside cold with you into the living area of the house. Small traces of snow run along the creases and folds in your coat, and flakes thaw along the fur trim on your hood. Your dress pants are soaked beneath the knee, snow lines the space between your shoes and your socks. Your toes burn and the inch-wide gash on the left side of your forehead continues to bleed. Alexa is making her way down the stairs as you enter. She stops at the sight of you. You think about what you have left out there, the dark-haired Latina woman propped behind her air bag who was motionless for what seemed like a long time but then began to groan and call out for someone—or something—in Spanish. The front of her vehicle was mangled, like a crushed soda can, and the entire passenger side of your Honda Accord had caved in on impact, the frame twisted into savage metal tentacles that clawed toward you as though summoning you to your death. You had climbed out of the car and cast your eyes over the pieces of shattered glass, spangled in the road’s track marks, iridescent under the streetlights. Having something to focus on had helped the shock subside, and your heart rate had begun to slow as oncoming headlights approached. That’s when you felt a sense of urgency and the need to be home. That’s when you shuffled toward the sidewalk, away from the wreck and its debris, and started on the quarter of a mile left between yourself and the house. Now that you are home, you remove your gloves. You feel pins and needles at your fingertips as you pull a Swiss Army knife from your","PeriodicalId":42372,"journal":{"name":"VIRGINIA QUARTERLY REVIEW","volume":"1 1","pages":"159 - 166"},"PeriodicalIF":0.2,"publicationDate":"2017-01-12","publicationTypes":"Journal Article","fieldsOfStudy":null,"isOpenAccess":false,"openAccessPdf":"","citationCount":null,"resultStr":null,"platform":"Semanticscholar","paperid":"89299659","PeriodicalName":null,"FirstCategoryId":null,"ListUrlMain":null,"RegionNum":4,"RegionCategory":"文学","ArticlePicture":[],"TitleCN":null,"AbstractTextCN":null,"PMCID":"","EPubDate":null,"PubModel":null,"JCR":null,"JCRName":null,"Score":null,"Total":0}
{"title":"Galicia","authors":"Paul Yoon","doi":"10.1163/2589-7993_eeco_sim_00001370","DOIUrl":"https://doi.org/10.1163/2589-7993_eeco_sim_00001370","url":null,"abstract":": Territories or regions, as a coherent set of places, highlight the fact that a geogra- phical space is distinguished from its neighbors by a series of differential characteristics. Therefore, we can differentiate within the same region certain natural areas, homogeneous areas or polarized areas that delimit the singular notes and the own internal ambiguities of each region. This work tries to reflect the contrasts within the natural framework of Galicia around its economic organization. Drawing on it conclusions such as the predominance of micro-enterprise agglomerations and survival.","PeriodicalId":42372,"journal":{"name":"VIRGINIA QUARTERLY REVIEW","volume":"15 1","pages":"111 - 119"},"PeriodicalIF":0.2,"publicationDate":"2016-10-15","publicationTypes":"Journal Article","fieldsOfStudy":null,"isOpenAccess":false,"openAccessPdf":"","citationCount":null,"resultStr":null,"platform":"Semanticscholar","paperid":"81817733","PeriodicalName":null,"FirstCategoryId":null,"ListUrlMain":null,"RegionNum":4,"RegionCategory":"文学","ArticlePicture":[],"TitleCN":null,"AbstractTextCN":null,"PMCID":"","EPubDate":null,"PubModel":null,"JCR":null,"JCRName":null,"Score":null,"Total":0}
{"title":"Dixon","authors":"B. Johnston, C. Brickley","doi":"10.2307/j.ctt20p59dp.14","DOIUrl":"https://doi.org/10.2307/j.ctt20p59dp.14","url":null,"abstract":"franchise outside Harlingen for four years. He knew he’d be fired, maybe arrested, too, but he also knew better than to give himself time to reconsider. He loaded the cases into his truck between customers. When the afternoon crew arrived, he went to the filling station to top off the tank. He checked his tire pressure and brake lights. Then he drove home and had supper with his wife, hamburger meat fried with peppers and onions. Afterward, they ate Blizzards he’d brought for dessert and he told her not to wait up. Dixon pressed his swollen knuckles to the cold paper cup and felt a soothing. Trish saw it, looked away. She said, “You’re doing all this for someone named Cornbread?” “I’m doing it for the money. Three grand A star-smeared night, the usual briny and humid haze of the brush country in August, and Dixon was hauling twenty cases of stolen toys up from the Rio Grande valley. They were in the bed of his truck under a blue tarp. He took care to drive the speed limit and flash his blinker. If the border patrol at the Sarita checkpoint asked, he’d claim a delivery mix-up. If the guards were white, he’d blame it on Mexicans. The toys had been slated for Dairy Queen kids’ meals, a promotion for a book series called Pegaterrestrials in which the characters were half alien and half winged horse, but that morning the office phone rang and a collectibles dealer had offered three grand for the lot. Dixon was forty-two and he’d managed the F I C T I O N","PeriodicalId":42372,"journal":{"name":"VIRGINIA QUARTERLY REVIEW","volume":"467 1","pages":"150 - 160"},"PeriodicalIF":0.2,"publicationDate":"2016-07-09","publicationTypes":"Journal Article","fieldsOfStudy":null,"isOpenAccess":false,"openAccessPdf":"","citationCount":null,"resultStr":null,"platform":"Semanticscholar","paperid":"80826315","PeriodicalName":null,"FirstCategoryId":null,"ListUrlMain":null,"RegionNum":4,"RegionCategory":"文学","ArticlePicture":[],"TitleCN":null,"AbstractTextCN":null,"PMCID":"","EPubDate":null,"PubModel":null,"JCR":null,"JCRName":null,"Score":null,"Total":0}
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