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We had all these kids uprooting trees. We provided chainsaws. They sent chips of bark flying, catcalled to one another, egging each other on. I’ve…
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Last year, in the month of July, usually a time of reckoning that comes in the wake of appraisals at an advertising agency, I realised…
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“As a rock on the seashore he standeth firm, and the dashing of the sea waves disturbeth him not. He raises his head like a…
It was made of aluminum, I suppose or some other metal. It was shiny and steel colored and had my father’s other name, the European…
An essay by Joshua Weinstein Our fate will not dare to reject us. This fact I know well, if we’re all blown to hell…
“Go on now, nobody needs ya ‘round here.” groused Whitman as he spoke to the wind that rattled the length of a row of Beech…
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The family came to visit the house one warm Sunday, early May, the April rain lingering in parks, on sidewalks, in the cloudy skies. The…
Note: The following is drawn from the Tang Minister Fang Xuan-ling’s account of his extensive conversations with the peasant/poet Chen Hsi-wei, whom he visited in…
The date was 27 June. Or it may have been 28th. I’m not sure. But this took place at a time when I was still…