Post Mortem

Post Mortem

Kusum, A. (18 November 19–) Letters to the editor, Dainik Bharat, Manoranjan Ravivar, p. 5-6. Editor’s note: Printed here unedited, this curious letter and its…

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Shell Game

Shell Game

My anxiety went through the roof once Adam left. The cage I had built to contain my fears collapsed – a cage formed from the…

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Clearcutting

Clearcutting

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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Needles

Needles

Mandy Bishop had heard a good bit about acupuncture over the years. She was, after all, fifty-four and the Chinese therapy had been somewhat in…

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Love at Last Dance

Love at Last Dance

Traffic inches along the 101 Freeway at rush hour South of San Francisco on a Friday evening except for the luxury buses racing up the…

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The Village of One House

The Village of One House

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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Meeting Salim

Meeting Salim

Squatted on the ledge of his hand-pulled rickshaw, a man with light grey hair, in a chequered lungi peered at me as I looked at…

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Homecoming

Homecoming

“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…

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The Tashka

The Tashka

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…

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Missile Crisis

Missile Crisis

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…

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The Road to Tullahoma

The Road to Tullahoma

“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 Memory of Being

The Memory of Being

Sixty-two, sixty-three, sixty-four, close the door… I pat my matted hair and unbunch the long gown caught between my legs. It’s wet and clumpy and…

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Over and Over

Over and Over

I had recently graduated from college, where, as a matter of fact, I received an outstanding dissertation award. I met Lucila in an introductory stock…

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All The King’s Men

All The King’s Men

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…

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Hsi-Wei and The Twin Disasters

Hsi-Wei and The Twin Disasters

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…

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