It is not possible to make a mistake. It is written in Bokononism, ‘Live by the foma that make you brave and kind and healthy and happy.’ Bravery?…
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Dear Tim, I know we’ve been exchanging letters for a while, and in that process you’ve channeled my own ordeal transitioning back into civilian life. Despite those efforts and,…
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This is a new column by Nathan Hansen. These are fictional letters by literary characters who have committed suicide. Elkton Hills Academy 1 West 72nd Street New York, NY 10023 Dear World, I address…
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Whenever I saw her I was reminded of a phrase she spoke to me when we broke up a decade earlier. “I just can’t take another sip of Nate.” She…
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Never leave a brothel with any questions. Never leave Prague with any regrets. Two tenets I scribed as scripture on the walls of my flat at 23 Kladenska before returning…
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Let’s call him Jonathan. It isn’t his name, but it’s something that will have to do as I try to orchestrate the words to illustrate my admiration for a man.…
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She’s a squatty, blonde-bobbed woman with pink glasses not unlike Sally Jessy Raphael’s own colored frames. She marches back and forth before a vast whiteboard bearing the day’s date in…
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This series is called Sans Meds for a reason. In order to write, all gimmicks aside, I often go off my medication and become dependent on the withdrawal, which is…
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When a person serves in the United States military, they are not only devoted to a cause to defend the freedoms the country devised centuries ago, they are exposed to…
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My wife and I were seated in our favorite diner. Regular booth. Regular meal ordered from a regular menu. And though it was a routine that should have left more…
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Imagine me telling you the following story, only you’re not only reconstructing the words, you’re fully imagining me reading in a raspy monologue that borders between the vibrato of a…
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When I was nine years old, I spent as much time on the telephone as my eighteen years old sister. The only difference was that she was busy gossiping with…
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The other evening, while putting my daughter to sleep, our seven month-old kitten jumped onto the bed to nest at her feet. The evening is always the same. After dinner…