I go out only as instructed: once per day to move homebound muscles. When I hear the Yale lock click shut behind me, I reflexively pat my pockets; there’s no…
loneliness
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* * * After an afternoon of sullen grump and frown lines—swift and heavy, resembling a cut, deeper for its unchartedness, I stop to listen to the avian row of…
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* * * Let’s have a look around Loneliness waits in the kitchenw wears a tuxedo wwEveryone misses the roses also a triangle in her throatwwwa circle in her mouthwwand…
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Redbirds: chaotic pulse-quickeners, Cardinals, like the juiciest of sins that are best recounted later, in the dark, when nobody is looking. What do they know that I don’t? Geese: loud…
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As I write this, an eye looks back at me from my computer. I used to cover my laptop camera with a piece of electrical tape, until the edges curled…
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* * * Momma makes Bird for dinner every Sunday. Her and the afternoon spend their hours stuffing and plucking and cooking. I spend mine on the kitchen floor, blowing…
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Image Credit: Mural drawn onto the side of the bus shelter at 46th Avenue & Taraval in San Francisco, CA I tried to behave. Then there was the night I…
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Literacy Narrative: You are Learning a New Language
by Guest Contributor April 18, 2019Although you have never been to Iceland and have no immediate plans to visit, you’ve recently decided that it is in your best interest to learn to speak Icelandic. The…
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Image Credit: B Hayward Not long after we moved in together, my girlfriend and I created a budget to monitor our living expenses. We both freelance, so it’s a…
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Photo taken in 2008 in Gałów, Lower Silesia, with my grandmother, Jadwiga Chabsińska née Wilczyńska, shortly before her death. On the art of feeling lonely in language and feeling less-lonely…
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1. We were girls who met on the playground, at Girl Scout camp, at gifted kid camp, usually in early June, with enough summer left for pool parties, phone…