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Waylaid in Bucharest
Rather than getting on another, we were to wait at the airport “until arrangements could be made.” Continue Reading Waylaid in Bucharest
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On Going Fast
The charge of energy that keeps me alert – eyes open, mind going. Heart pumping. Dreams running. The quickening of the keys beneath my fingertips, an ethereal rainstorm pouring down ...
The Left-Handed Phenomenon
Throughout history, humans have sought to other groups we need to blame for all the problems in our society. Continue Reading The Left-Handed Phenomenon
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A Minute with Zack de la Rocha
There was an edge to it, a whiff of violence and unhinged possibility. In those days, the style of Leftist street protest was carnivalesque Continue Reading A ...
Some Sunken Cities
That’s what she’s doing now, on the train, for her boyfriend. You could come in on it if you want. Continue Reading Some Sunken Cities
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The little story that haunted for a very long time
I’m talking about a story that leaves a scar, an invisible scab that you return to weeks, months, and years after you’d read it. Continue Reading The ...
The Familiar Absence of Words
My grandma never spoke of the loneliness, never mentioned her loss. These unsaid things: these silences run in the family. Continue Reading The Familiar Absence of Words
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Things My Mother Failed to Tell Me – About Ageing
I’ve lived. Survived the terrible twos, endured teenage angst, and trudged through mountains of adulthood. Continue Reading Things My Mother Failed to Tell Me – About Ageing
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Dead Sites
As the Jeeps rush down the highway, the old man, 73-year-old artist Alvaro Enciso, asks Alicia the names of the dead migrants. Continue Reading Dead Sites
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Writing, and Chaplin
We are, as writers, the solar collector, the hybrid engine: we take energy from what surrounds us or our remembering of surroundings Continue Reading Writing, and Chaplin
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What Happens When Your Psychiatrist Pretends He’s Mick Jagger
Unquestionably, my husband was right; there were and still are many things wrong with me. On top of my empty-nest crisis and puppy training, I live with chronic pain. ...
On Love
The pool of glowing crimson collecting under it, traces of the life my father had taken, stained the floor for months. It was an art, he said. Continue ...
You Shook Me
I rocked back and forth, still holding onto the headrest, singing those lyrics, whether it was the chorus or verse or that freaky middle part with the wailing ...
On the Value of Feeling the Fear … and Not Doing It Anyway
But I didn’t swim and when we were all settled back around the fire, it seemed as if the shame clung wetly to me as we all dried off. ...
Wreckless Abandon
I arrived to find him sitting at the end of the bar. He was in his late thirties, a few years younger than me, cuter than his photos – a ...
Pounding
From behind the walls, always, I could smell it, women lighting fires for cooking and the aroma of toasting millet rose with the smoke. Continue Reading Pounding
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The Wrestlers
I still maintained the faint desire to have a go in the ring and it remained an unfulfilled ambition. Continue Reading The Wrestlers
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Mark Is Dead
The singer shuffles onto stage and it’s like seeing an old family friend who hasn’t been around for a while. His face is getting lined and his stage presence is ...
Wrathful Wiccan Wikipedians
How accurate is the information we receive via wikipedia, anyway? Continue Reading Wrathful Wiccan Wikipedians
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The Lady in the Boot
I once knew a woman like these three girls,” said Kamanga, “who think they are too good for some men. Continue Reading The Lady in the Boot
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