I had taken some thirty years ago – a walk that had stunned and disturbed me at the time, but which I had since almost forgotten…
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It was thirteen years ago that I set foot on your shores, as a starry-eyed, newly married, first-time expat.
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“That car’s just too big for you, love, you can’t handle it.”
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Nasalized vowels. Rolled r’s. They seemed to widen the distance between me and my family. I wanted to go home.
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Both are meant to protect us, but at what cost?
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Haven’t you heard of concealer for those dark circles, and by God, what a miracle that men will even speak to you. “I bet they like your bit of crazy, ...
Yet now I am here, in this room with metal tables. To make the messiness of bodies easier to clean up
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I remember telling him three times…Does it still matter? Does it still count?
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When he and I weren’t tangled in his sheets upstairs, his tall, lanky body wrapped around mine, he was reading treatises on physics to me, and poetry, by candlelight in ...
Is that what love is, a thought that your mind made up with its chemicals and its hokum and its voodoo magic?
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I remember the first time a bunch of older kids in my neighbourhood jumped me. Sunny day, breezy weather, wood chips, poison ivy, and pigeon crap everywhere on the ground. ...
I gain entry to St Raphael’s estate, the way ice passes over sore skin. I’m jumpy, and walk past Polish men sitting comfortably on a low brick wall, drinking heavily ...
A hallucinogenic road trip, peopled by ghosts.
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A thoughtful and thought-provoking piece about having your house burgled.
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An interview with Bollywood composer Chandan Saxena, by Mohit lal
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Somewhere Real® is about bad timing, wrong cities and ants.
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An examination of the writing life seen through the lens of disability.
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‘My life has been a constant journey of pushing the boundaries of what is possible,’ Fraser said.
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A witty examination of the Superhero movie genre.
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I recently heard Martin Amis assert that poets do not drive. A characteristically blunt statement, perhaps, but when Mr. Amis says something that pertains to writing and writers it is ...