My mother blamed my recent bad luck on my refusal to go to church, and she harangued my friend Etor to do something about it. He wasn’t a Catholic, which…
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[Image Credit: “Stormtroops Advancing Under Gas” by Otto Dix] The 20th Century waited up until just before dawn before sneaking out to use the bins next door (its own being…
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[Photo Credit: “Old-Clocks” by Olga Sabo] On principle, I refuse to read mass-market popular fiction. You know, the low-brow crap always hailed with the same meaningless superlatives: “Break-out success!” “A…
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[Photo Credit: Beth Rakouskas, courtesy of Arthur W. Toga, USC Laboratory of Neuro Imaging] A spacious brightly lit auditorium. A few dozen people, most of them young, fill the rows…
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I When I was six, my parents sat me down on the brown sunken couch in the middle of their living room. My mother sat to the left of me,…
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Ada had heard the song for the first time last winter. She was still living in New York then, and working at the bookstore where the freeform radio station was always…
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1. There was that much. A little more. He was looking out. Wondering why there were so many trees. I think I feel lost. What I feel is lost. And…
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THE HOARD Every town of a certain size has a strange house. The smaller, the better; that is, the smaller the town, the stranger the house. There’s a threshold on…