Stories tagged healing

Healing Romance of the Rose

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The dying rose spoke to the wood That kept in it's heart a love of good And all that was in bloom It could not let that happy rose Fret about in terrible death throes Would not be its tomb.

Mammal Story

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We did not know what to say when the healing left.

The Gherkin

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Concerning the procedure, he used the surgical we. "We will remove the excess and the fat cells," he said, "will never bother us again."

The Man Who Lives In My Shower

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There is a man who lives in my shower. He was here when I moved into my apartment three months ago, so I didn’t have much choice in the matter.

Cure

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It's as if there are little men inside her head, wielding hammers.

Shortcomings of the Immediate World

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On the subway, the next morning, she thought, why not? And she touched her temples again. She felt as if she were sending a warming signal through her brain. She closed her eyes and imagined walking through the entire car touching people’s foreheads and

The Broken Lily

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“What was that about?” Keiko asked as she gingerly separated the lily from the wrapping and the baby's breath and examined the flower. Keiko unbound the lily and noticed that the stem seemed strong. The flower no longer needed the support of the wire, and

Healing Brush Tool

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She trembled as she handed me the head.

Wound of Light

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“The wound is the place where the light enters you…”- JALAL AD-DIN RUMIFollowing my lithium poisoning by my doctor, I went into a delirium, a vortex of darkness of losing myself sucked into a swirling black hole of space, no language, no way to communicate,…

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I am a sunflower. I turn my yellow and black face, bruised, to the sun, hoping its light will heal me. With my eyes closed I can see my stamen, veins in my eyelids, bulbous where they intersect. The sun feeds…

Three Sundays at The Grove

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Now, gazing into Greg’s expectant eyes, the only Chinese word Deepti could summon was kuei. Ghost. Before that summer, her mother flipped through the pages of Maxine Hong Kingston’s memoir every day, as if she could glean magic from the touch of her finge

Angel's Return

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I never looked at her face.