When I was a girl,girl meant nothingto me for a while,and later, a mysteryinside and apart from me,dark hair & hazel eyes talkingto me, turning meinto a blushing boy, with a shirt on, standing in the creek bed watching a shirtless boy launch his sundrenched body from the wide sycamore branch, brave as I could never be, that boy with a girlish name and skin I wanted to touch, proving what our bodies could do.
What Our Bodies Could Do
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Volume 99, Number 3 (Fall 2025)
Lincoln, Nebraska
University of Nebraska
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Prairie Schooner, an international literary magazine, publishes poetry, short fiction, and essays from around the world. In recent years, the quarterly has included authors from six of the seven continents (with subscribers in just as many). Historically, it is one of the nation’s five oldest quarterlies and will celebrate its centennial with the Spring 2027 issue. A project of the University of Nebraska-Lincoln English Department since its debut in 1927, Prairie Schooner is one of UNL’s most important cultural exports and research legacies. Not only has it published some of modern literature’s most notable writers, but it has also provided opportunities for generations of students to gain first-hand editorial experience.
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