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January 8, 2023 |
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Romantic partners just aren’t bikes, are they? My eighteen year old hybrid still runs like a dream. I just pump up his tires at the beginning of the season, and once or twice during, take...
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September 27, 2022 |
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When the lights went out the second time, we stepped into the hall to see if the blackout was affecting our apartment alone or the entire complex. The night manager yelled up the stairway...
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September 24, 2022 |
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Monica heard a strange sound while preparing for her grade 11 history class. She wassitting in her classroom, the students’ desks still empty. There was a clattering, anincessant tapping,...
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September 23, 2022 |
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BY THE FERRY LANDING Clouds gather, an angry mob,then silently scatter, no rain.Some days you’ve just got to believethere is no grand plan.We have found each other by chance,and by...
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August 1, 2022 |
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THE ANNUAL SOLSTICE GATHERING We’re planning our first almost normalparty since Covid struck. It feelsrisky, perhaps dangerous. Who wantsto be creators of a super spreader?...
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July 29, 2022 |
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Art: Sunrise by Friedrich Haag...
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July 28, 2022 |
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I regret never saying weenough I’ll bury my needleas allegory or violent outburstwhichever comes first that hot rock feelingsmoldering in chest and arm the earth...
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April 5, 2022 |
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Mary Chang was born in Manhattan and raised in the Fort Greene section of Brooklyn, where she currently lives. She attended the School of Visual Arts and has worked with Master printers...
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March 27, 2022 |
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In a tin canof breathingsardinesshe sat hunched in the wake of lightjust to slitherinto the airof rust eating awayevery moleculeof breath sheowned and body she wishedshe ownedto...
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February 24, 2022 |
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As real as Santa or the Easter Bunnywhenever my mother muttered your name.Your father’s late for dinner again!Bet he’s with his girlfriend...Esmeralda. She tossed salad in her...
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February 16, 2022 |
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In afternoon summerlight you undid my belt with your teeth and I aswoon thought me trothed Later that night you were one of scores lining...
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February 15, 2022 |
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leaves light green sway wayward light...
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February 2, 2022 |
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you can never not see a bird in your house. Every rustling paper, every curtain twisting in a breeze, every shadow on a ceiling is a frantic, fluttering bird. One winter we had...
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January 25, 2022 |
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THE THIRD ROCK from somewhere up looks like an abstract work of art— splashes of blue pacific waters & blurred lands smeared by cirrus. when one stays there for a...
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January 25, 2022 |
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You’ve been light-year fast-balling your fire my wayfor billions of years. And I’m out here in the mundane darkthrowing a hard chunk of Planet Earth right back at you.Not trying to...