“I have one eye trained on the volcanic mountain…” Today’s #EssaySaturday is “The Current Unrest” by Kaitlin Solimine.
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I briefly look up from my frantic journaling, glancing at the cloud cover out the window.
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I elongated vowels, chewed on consonants until I read world-building sentences.
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One Sunday morning, there was a knock on my door. There’d been a party the night before, and I hadn’t gone to bed until 4 a.m. I couldn’t imagine who ...
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 ...
Put some music on. Go on, put something on. Sometimes we would last two tracks, sometimes three. The hand that unhitched itself from the steering wheel and put us back ...
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 ...
And for me, story is an experience that takes us to a place where we ache to go again, and again, and again, to tell our friends.
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Poetry as a rule harms no one. No thing. Poetry only helps, in its purest form, it intends to heal.
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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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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 ...
Death becomes her in this lyrical exploration of Robert Wiles’ famous photograph.
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Exploring grief and its devestating ripple effect.
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On the estate where I grew up there was a woman who delivered the free newspaper. She had stubble all over her chin and on the rolls of neck beneath. ...
A daughter reflects on her father who died of lung cancer and the recollection of his expulsion from a monastery in Asia, his love of birds and their conversations. ...
As we head into hanky season, this piece feels timely. Of course, we are always heading into, or residing inside of, hanky season, so it’s always timely. ...
An essay about the idea of love.
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The English-speaking world is unfamiliar with this creature in the right-wing zoo but today he has presided over far too much death and destruction to be ignored… ...
An essay exploring the museum in three parts. First, an account of a childhood experience of a museum, second, through a report about John Nevin, an employee of the V&A ...
