Oh, reticent consumer, presumer of endless parades of dead-soul days. Crash the doors, explore the twin shelves
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I see in each ruby a trapped woman in the confines of her man’s world.
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With fork and knife, thus armed he watched as she began to peel back the skin of the plaice with a delicate precision until its white flesh glistened, perfectly pearlescent, ...
A wild interview with a national icon.
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‘Shona Doesn’t Do Kids’ speaks of childlessness and office life. Quote: ‘Jade launches into a graphic account of her labour. The postman turns pale, hands back the baby..’
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Stream it or skip it? Stream it!
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On my doorstep a package. On the package no name but I’m pretty sure it’s from my mom even though she died 10 years ago today.
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An aspiring poet sat with me in Captain Quackenbush’s Intergalactic Dessert Co. and Espresso Café on Guadalupe Street.
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“Are you the satirist?” I said,
“I certainly am not. I don’t think I’ve ever even met a satirist.”
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The bees are flying upside down, you said.
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To me it’s like he’s holding open a door behind which lies a shiny new future, a bright new beginning, and all we have to do is walk through and ...
We swung in the wooden swing, creaking back and forth, or rocked in paint-pealing chairs while she and my parents talked of weather, war, politics, or relatives.
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Puddle onto concrete and thrashing, weaker-weaker before subsiding to limp stillness.
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His mother hovers over a pirate ship cake. The father loiters by the tea urn.
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Only after the tanks had rolled into the capital, and the intractable president had been hanged, did the officers of the occupying force relax enough to enjoy the spring sun ...
“All who witnessed her performance felt like they had become part of a strange and romantic movie.”
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He says he married a girl who is sweet and merry
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What would’ve happened if we’d never met – only shared a glance and a smile across a packed auditorium, the fresh lacquer smell of the stage mingling with stale cigarette ...
Without our secrets, we did not have a body. Without our secrets, we did not need a body.
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Back home, in my mother’s garden in an equatorial country, there is one small deciduous tree planted alone in front of the porch. Its large almond shaped leaves look chewable, and its ...