On fate and closely-escaped death over time and generations, our latest #EssaySaturday is “Fate Chronicle Across Decades”, by Ali Nasir.
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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.
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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.
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An essay about the idea of love.
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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 ...
I was reminded of my own difference at the start of every school day, which began with An rolla.
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Headlights are returning to the streets, drifting across the hall from the living-room door….
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“Hackney Kisses” is a series of graffitied wedding photographs.
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A commentary on the strange pets we keep!
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In March 2020, the world drew to a halt. An unprecedented stasis. Many grasped for metaphors.
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Our journey would be recorded. We could see the headlines already: “Transport for London freezes bicycle hiring after 200 moon-worshippers break lockdown rules in one night.” We
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To wash away the blood of bulls and heretics, a trio of Hispano-Bretones draw six tons of bronze from the Casa de Campo.
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Facing eviction from his tiny mouse-ridden damp house, a young man watches his girlfriend struggle to keep up with her fellow students via remote learning, while pondering how to dispose ...
An introspective look at the world in light of our new reality.
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This was the time when we were still shy and new to budding bodies, excited at the prospect of being with the other sex, but not wanting to show it ...
Can’t remember when a week last felt like a month, a month like the distant past.
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It’s a pet (cemetery) sematary and there are two more like this in Kyiv.
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