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Damien, my boyfriend, talks me back to sleep when I wake up in the middle of the night, he doesn't judge me for being afraid of the dark, or being lost at sea, he simply listens to me breathlessly explaining why I'm awake— again— at 3:32 in the…
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We lived in a white and mint green trailer in the woods. I was 23. The hanging of the clothes on the line made me feel kind of famous in the eyes of nature
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At the annual Earth Day celebration, Frieda looked up in the sky and saw a lone goose. It had caught her attention with its call, echoing off the buildings and trees.
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She owned a restaurant in the desert that had copper kites pinned to the walls. There were other things too that filled the room—flies and couples who sat at low-lit tables on their desert evening date. The three cooks had the same hairdo—stiff little Mohican…
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In ESL, I learned that I was not like the kids on the Brady Bunch. I was Hispanic. It took me three weeks to remember that. HIS-PAN-IC.
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I suppose the lazy trees would have a thing or two to say about love
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"Sorry, I need to confirm the results." Sal turned to Paul. "Is it true that you got stood up?"
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She’s changed leaves to emeralds. Worn a shawl of inked birds’ wings.
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It was in the early sixties when my mother discovered she was my father’s second wife. Four years before, they were married quickly, by a justice of the peace, because his transfer to the States had come through. He’d charmed her with his dark chocolate e
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I would like to mention here, in recounting this memory, my companion is French but he is also very young--as all idealists should be. He exhaled a curl of blue smoke and his cigarette sizzled out on the sidewalk before us.
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Refuse to go to the church service, even though you already missed the funeral. Tell his mother something came up. Call his phone over and over, just to hear his voice, until his mother asks you to stop. Make a recording of his voicemail. Delete it an
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This is where he died, she says to me, and points to the damp pavement. Her hair is wet, and slicked against her neck. The humidity is making everything engulf her. The sleep shorts I bought her last July are loose on her now, but between the rain and
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The pit of my stomach was bottoming out, this lurching sort-of feeling one experiences when one has coasted WELL OVER an abyss and has no way of finding one's bearings . . .
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You enter through swiftly opening doors: headache-blue neon above, pool of glistening chemicals below. You follow antiseptic tracks to the tune of “Raindrops Keep Fallin' on My Head”, traversing a no man's land of frozen foods. See the…
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