Inside was an older Asian man of medium height and build. His head was shaved to a salt-and-pepper stubble. Square, silver-rimmed glasses perched on his gentle-looking face. He wore a white tank-top undershirt and a dish towel thrown over one shoulder. The man was busy cleaning up after cooking what smelled like . . .
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(Hurricane Katrina, https://worldview.earthdata.nasa.gov/) I was seated at my computer, trying to convince myself that watching one of my favorite YouTuber’s “Top Ten Nude Lipsticks” videos was germane to my dissertation research (it was not), when the short audio tone from my “digital assistant” Alexa—yes, I caved and along with 100 million other folks . . .
Read More“First, let’s get one thing straight. I’ve never set foot in a war zone.” Those were the words that began my last post on this site, on May 23rd, two days before the cold-blooded killing of George Floyd by the Minneapolis Police. At that time, I wanted to be explicit about the . . .
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As a girl I pictured death the wayI pictured sex, transporting and light on details. Except he should bemounted. Mustachioed and dashing. Now, I hear about a woman—an acquaintance, my age— on a shaded path I also walk, whose heartquit just before the lime-kiln turnoff,—from “Footpad,” Volume 61, Issue 1 (Spring 2020) . . .
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My wife said it took only one week for hydroxychloroquine to turn me into an old man. I’d been diagnosed with lupus, and it’s the drug of choice used to combat that disease. But for many people it’s difficult to tolerate, curiously causing problems that mirror the disorder. On the medication, my . . .
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(Demonstration in Rochester, New York, on May 30, 2020. Democrat and Chronicle.) I sat in front of the television set three nights ago, watching replays of a video of the choking death of a hand-cuffed and pinned-down African American by a white policeman in Minneapolis earlier in the week. These were alternated with . . .
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What did you want to be when you were young?A writer and artist. What inspired you to create these pieces?Unfriend Me Now is a single-piece video installation, but there are lots of individual clowns in it. MR ‘s Summer 2019 issue includes stills from that piece. It’s about the fighting on Facebook around the election . . .
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Edna St.Vincent Millay terminated two pregnancies. The miscarriage she induced in 1922 in England is well documented because Millay confided in multiple people; even her printed letters contain veiled references. An earlier procedure, occuring in the late fall of 1920 in Greenwich Village, seems to be recorded only by biographer Nancy Milford. . . .
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First, let’s get one thing straight. I’ve never set foot in a war zone. For the past two decades, actually a bit longer, I have spent a good deal of time in a former war zone, but that’s hardly the same. And the difference isn’t simply existential, it’s categorical, in the Kantian . . .
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The old couch cushion tipped you toward him;hunched and skeletal, he didn’t make a dent.See how that could feel to him like pressure?(His therapist, gently.) But (her quick glance,his nod, negotiations with the god)—From “The Underworld Also Swallows Sons,” Volume 61, Issue 1 (Spring 2020) Tell us about one of the first . . .
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