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Slip
It was odd to feel his heart rate pick up pace, as he neared the local cafe where he met friends and colleagues to discuss life, ideas, and, as he ...
Welcome Inn
A watershed of emotional history, a point in time, a ruinous location, a destination reached.
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Dr Pepper
During Noche Buena, Doña Teresa recounted the time Alvaro’s corpse fell on her. Don Alvaro was a South American stereotype: brushed mustache, Roman Catholic, intolerant. Continue Reading Dr ...
SWEET POTATO
A beaten-up guitarist turns up at the moon-swept house of his ex-lover, to discover she is not alone. Continue Reading SWEET POTATO
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The History of the Jews in Brazil
Edson wondered if ghosts existed and whether they longed to be of the flesh. He imagined his little brother bobbing in the ocean, his dress billowing like a Portuguese man-of-war, ...
Herpetophobia
A love story built on coincidence and geckos. Continue Reading Herpetophobia
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Returning
I liked the concealed spaces best. Dark recesses behind the screen, the projection booth, the stale air of the poster store. These parts felt more authentic. Continue Reading ...
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Litro #165: Breaking Borders | Rotterdam
It had never been his intention to travel via Rotterdam...
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Litro #165: Breaking Borders | The Fortean Limes
Separated by what unites us, united by what separates us.”
Slogan of the “Archipiélagos” radio program (Miami, 1990s)
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The Photograph
She left the photograph on the table. She knows this, because before she left her apartment this morning she turned, looked at it, and said, as usual: Auf Wiedersehen, meinen ...
Lotus Unfolding
In its sensuous immediacy, the world, its fields, hills, mountains, streams, seas and many skies, heat and cold, wet and dry, its secret past unfolds. This world, this mind holds ...
The Thieves and the Toymaker
It was late afternoon, but I hadn’t considered my sandwich or swig of juice; instead I tweezed bits of wood from the eye socket of a wooden man. ...
Julie’s World
Looking through the scratchy branches of the winter trees, Julie is only able to picture the desolation of the world. Continue Reading Julie’s World
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Hay Fever
Where I live, each season is as pronounced as a taste – spring most conspicuous of all. Continue Reading Hay Fever
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The Habit
Sometimes while she was at rehearsal he’d take walks along Queen as far as the textile district, returning home through the night-hum of the park. Continue Reading The ...
The Light Was Fine
At my mother’s funeral, after the fire, my father knelt to kiss her, making the sign of the cross, fumbling with the gesture, though he’d never been religious before.
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Open Studio
A few steps of a staircase filled the entire frame, but the sunlight captured and amplified the wood’s imperfections in a way that fascinated her. Her boss and store owner, ...
Almost There, and Back Again
Behind her, she hears him call, but lets his voice float away and mingle with the noise of the evening, the distant tinkling of cutlery, laughter, an owl hooting somewhere ...
Early to Decay
Her eyes are drawn outside to the only interesting thing to watch—the people passing by, far below, on the bustling sidewalks. Continue Reading Early to Decay
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Here Where I Was
The green turns grey again. I find a bus stop bench and take out my notes. Oh leave me alone, he howls down the road, just leave me alone. It’s ...