I stood from the cot next to the shared wall. My mom leaned in close to hear you. Another crash. Furniture scraping against the floor. We listened to someone’s heavy ...
The sun beats through the humid air, upon the stone and dirt streets. High cumulus clouds drift above the heavy-forest limestone mountains.
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The train between Mexico City and Nuevo Laredo was called the Águila Azteca (Aztec Eagle). Within a year of this ride, this passenger train service – along with dozens upon dozens ...
He indicated a solitary rose drooping against a cracked wall in which curious lizards cocked their heads, and then he swept his arms encompassing everything around us.
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There are three cats in this story: two dead; one dying, then dead. There is one man. Also dying, then dead. This is a true story.
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Sitting in the Cricketers pub, I listened as Grandma asked me whether I typically experienced difficulties “passing stools.” She seemed disappointed when I told her, “No, I didn’t.” I was ...
The house I’ve lived in with my family for the past two years is spacious and newly renovated. The comforts are numerous, the company good. But in the spring of ...
Courtesy of the author.
Angela stood in the doorway. Black jeans, nice coat, expensive trainers. I thought she was one of the posh wives with a donation: a Waitrose carrier bag ...
The 21st of February is International Mother Language Day – the most celebrated day worldwide for languages. Grimly, this day also poses a strange paradox – a day that reminds ...
A native Brit living in Berlin experiences Russia.
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Image by Travis Zimmerman from Pixabay
January 2020. We were preparing for a new semester, a doomed semester, but we didn’t know it yet. On the third floor of ...
When one thing changes everything.
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You see yourself as one of the lucky ones.
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Photo by Mattias Ripp
I was lucky. They only took my handbag. Sure, they had to floor me first, because I dared to clutch my possessions.
“Was it at night?” is the ...
Photo by Paola Rizzi
“The more resolutely you plumb the question, ‘Who or what am I?’ – the more unavoidable is the realisation that you are nothing…apart from everything else.”
-Alan W. ...
abecedarian twenty-six letters, each one a compact unit of communication, a twisted riddle, a maze of red tape from well-lit offices; the only means of containing my sorrow now ...
A woman feels watched
About ...
Measure for measure
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