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The girl and the ghost by Hanna Alkaf

Book Review

Hanna Alkaf is a writer from Malaysia where the legend of the pelesit originated—in Malay myth, a pelesit is a shape shifting spirit usually under…

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Off the Bookshelf

Off the Bookshelf

The Essence of T’AI CHICH’UAN The Literary Tradition(Translated and ed. by BenjaminPang Jeng Lo et alia) My copy is falling apart;frontispiece with Chinese writing,Preface, Introduction…

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Bill of Lading

Bill of Lading

BILL OF LADING Contents received by Charon, Inc. for shipping via sea freight, for deliveryTo the nearest available port of the far shore, consigned to…

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If I made her once can I not make her again?

If I made her once can I not make her again?

In the garden among flowersthe thick black ants make ecstatic highwaysover and into the sweet honeypot of cow-tongue peonies,the black-eyeds dip drunkenly into the foxgloves,all…

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Absence Makes the Heart

Absence Makes the Heart

I wake up from my nap. The house is empty. You said you were going to the store, but that was many hours ago. In…

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Letters

Letters

When I write to you, Hello,it’s marked with swollen      anticipation,and I wonderabout your interpretation:did I sound too curt?too friendly? too tender?too insecure?And when I write to…

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Who Cares for the Dead

Who Cares for the Dead

A lean man of average height with intelligent eyes set far apart, a narrow chin, and a mouth that sloped downward at its corners, August…

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The Bunny Man

The Bunny Man

The electric piano comes in. It’s a Hohner Pianet.The keys go:Duh-Duh, Abm, Db/Ab,Duh-Duh, Abm7(b5), Db/Ab,Lloyd Loar’s Vivi-Tone Clavier.[1]Sharp staccato hits. Brighter, with less sustain.Did you…

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My Mother: Technology and Retirement in the Pandemic

My Mother: Technology and Retirement in the Pandemic

My parents now have the same sleep schedule they yelled at me about in high school. My mother goes to bed at midnight and sleeps…

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Young

Young

I don’t rememberif we kept any plants. If we fussed over themlike new parents worried that the waterwasn’t enough or the sun. I remember a…

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Fear and Feathers

Fear and Feathers

Every evening, she set up the altar afresh, because she couldn’t leave it out overnight. Even if it didn’t rain, the dew at dawn was…

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Miss Alice

Miss Alice

I remember the missionaries’ daughter Alice at Tullahasee,eating sofke, writing a Creek dictionary in her room,the stick she used to correct the wrong Mvskoke girl,teacher’s…

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