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Lessons from a Homeless Man
Having spent my entire life in a classroom, I finally graduated from university in 2015.
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Love, Santa
Not that, at twelve, I believed in Saint Nick, but in my desperation I wasn’t above begging for a miracle.
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The Orphanage
When he started walking, he would throw himself against walls.
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Circumventing the Crowds in the City of Dreaming Spires
I still remember the unceremonious jostling and daily turf-battles that took place between tourists, townies and students in the beleaguered city centre.
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Waylaid in Bucharest
Rather than getting on another, we were to wait at the airport “until arrangements could be made.”
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On Going Fast
The charge of energy that keeps me alert – eyes open, mind going. Heart pumping. Dreams running. The quickening of the keys beneath my fingertips, an ethereal rainstorm pouring down ...
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The Left-Handed Phenomenon
Throughout history, humans have sought to other groups we need to blame for all the problems in our society.
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Things My Mother Failed to Tell Me – About Ageing
I’ve lived. Survived the terrible twos, endured teenage angst, and trudged through mountains of adulthood.
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Buyer’s Remorse
I can deal with the snoring. The problem is that we bought a house. Buying a sweater is hard enough
Four Days: A Provocation
So this is East Germany, 1972. We scramble for our passports, watching passengers exit under machine guns aimed at our train from atop nineteenth-century iron catwalks arching above the tracks. ...
The Dark I Know Well
It’s always one of two nightmares: I’m either trapped in a room with a many-faced man, or he’s chasing me into the street outside my childhood home.
Methods of Escape
The cop climbs in the back seat and introduces himself, Naim. Like many Afghans he has just one name.
The Perils
I don’t remember the kid’s name; the only impression he made on me was his face: scabbed over, crusted with dried blood all across his chin.
How are you fine thank you
“Η καρδιά. Yi kardiá. Heart.”
“Η βάρκα. Yi várka. Boat.”
“Η χώρα. Yi hóra. Country.”
Ode to our open-minded, modern young men
Forgive them, for they like their women dead
A Writing Group, and Horses
What, a friend who came to visit me asked, is a writing group?
It’s just like a barn, I said. Horses.
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Men holding hands in public
A gay man myself, I couldn’t help watching these two twenty-something guys as they walked past hand-in-hand.
The Card Players: A Noctambulist’s Guide to Florence
For me, the colony of lights that speckle the midnight city is always preferable to the monarchic blaze of the summer sky.
Nothing Personal
My grandfather and his best friend made the trip to the coast to find that the only work to be had was picking fruit for ten cents an hour.
The Birthday Party
One husband, two sons. Alive. Limbs and faculties intact. I got away with it?