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pro vyhledávání: '"McCarthy, Gerald"'
Autor:
McCarthy, Gerald Francis.
Externí odkaz:
https://escholarship.mcgill.ca/concern/theses/dj52w557z
Autor:
McCARTHY, GERALD
Publikováno v:
The American Scholar, 2012 Apr 01. 81(2), 5-5.
Externí odkaz:
https://www.jstor.org/stable/41435166
Autor:
McCarthy, Gerald
Publikováno v:
The North American Review, 2005 Nov 01. 290(6), 20-20.
Externí odkaz:
https://www.jstor.org/stable/25127470
Autor:
Smith, John Donnell, Martindale, Isaac C., Chickering,, J. W., Chapman, A. W., Cratty, R. I., Davis, J. J., Smith, C. E., McCarthy, Gerald
Publikováno v:
Botanical Gazette, 1886 Jun 01. 11(6), 129-134.
Externí odkaz:
https://www.jstor.org/stable/2993859
Autor:
WOOD, THOMAS F., McCARTHY, GERALD
Publikováno v:
Journal of the Elisha Mitchell Scientific Society, 1885 Jan 01. 3, 77-141.
Externí odkaz:
https://www.jstor.org/stable/24331007
Autor:
McCarthy, Gerald
Publikováno v:
Revue LISA / LISA e-journal.
The same old song The night the crackers burned a cross in front of Doc Brown's tent, Turner and I pulled the late guard, watched as the smoke rose over the company yard, and I could sense his anger across the close dark of our sandbagged hole, when
Externí odkaz:
https://explore.openaire.eu/search/publication?articleId=doi_dedup___::7f7bd07a8a340316631a00ac2c66ce32
https://doi.org/10.4000/lisa.12376
https://doi.org/10.4000/lisa.12376
Autor:
McCarthy, Gerald
Publikováno v:
Revue LISA / LISA e-journal.
War Story At the garbage dump the air fills with flies, you hear the droning sigh above the truck's motor, the cries of children fighting for scraps of food, tin cans, shreds of clothing. Jenkins laughs, pushes the fifty-gallon drum over the tailgate
Externí odkaz:
https://explore.openaire.eu/search/publication?articleId=doi_dedup___::5f5257e00185bf6e1f47399c64c617f9
https://doi.org/10.4000/lisa.12381
https://doi.org/10.4000/lisa.12381
Autor:
McCarthy, Gerald
Publikováno v:
Revue LISA (2020)
Letter to my brother from the Onondaga County Jail In the snow, in the blinding snow— I thought of you the sullen, gray winter day they brought me there. Handcuffed, shackled I wondered what you would think if you could have seen me: stumbling into
Externí odkaz:
https://explore.openaire.eu/search/publication?articleId=doi_dedup___::49da0395b95bd88feec65c510c55764d
https://doi.org/10.4000/lisa.12236
https://doi.org/10.4000/lisa.12236
Autor:
McCarthy, Gerald
Publikováno v:
Revue LISA (2020)
Tattoo removal First, take the one from the fall I turned eighteen— Death before Dishonor a blue sword and a snake. Take the deaths it would know so many boys falling like the leaves of maples on the street where I grew up. Next, take the heart and
Externí odkaz:
https://explore.openaire.eu/search/publication?articleId=doi_dedup___::fe44ac1224a0d2acda8cb52bca429641
http://journals.openedition.org/lisa/12378
http://journals.openedition.org/lisa/12378
Autor:
McCarthy, Gerald
Publikováno v:
Revue LISA (2020)
Some lines for Amy Winehouse (in the rain) The first time I heard Mary Wells sing The one who really loves you— I was eighteen in a place called Tam Ky where it rained for two months straight. I learned how to dance there in the rain, listening to
Externí odkaz:
https://explore.openaire.eu/search/publication?articleId=doi_dedup___::33b6cd9aedf8d0fff60f82790ada0ab7
http://journals.openedition.org/lisa/12372
http://journals.openedition.org/lisa/12372