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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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Go shoppingA 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.
A broken family and a peeping tom.
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An essay about the idea of love.
We hired him to paint our shopfront. A story about work, and loss.
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I was reminded of my own difference at the start of every school day, which began with An rolla.
She’d been lying awake since the crack of dawn, watching the sunrise creeping through the side of her curtains.
Headlights are returning to the streets, drifting across the hall from the living-room door….
We decided to build the den from all that we could forage from the forest. The one that breathed down the back of our house.
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“Hackney Kisses” is a series of graffitied wedding photographs.
World’s Fair, Paris, summer of 1900: we’ve arrived from two dozen countries. Nine hundred ninety-nine women with a single fever dream.
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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.
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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