1210 Days in eight minutes, with playlist This will take eight minutes if read slowly. Stephanie’s and Iz’s second time will take eight minutes. They will move quickly. Before that, another eight minutes to recognize each other. They sit across a round table at the Hyatt in Cleveland, where a small business association’s convention is […]
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Ruminations on high School biology Lisa Vitale Lisa loves writing and had her first poem published in the local newspaper when she was 6 years old! Her mother also swears the local library published a story she wrote when she was 6 or 7; it’s stuffed somewhere on a dusty shelf in a library on
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Whenua There were three of us already planted in the backyard: Wiremu, Mataī, and me. ‘Why am I the smallest?’ I ask Mama, looking at my tree. ‘Because you were the youngest, Aroha. Don’t you worry, you’ll grow in time.’ She pushes my hair away from my eyes, and smiles. But not like she used
Cotquean I’m sewing up tears in my boxing gear: a needle, black thread and bachelor stitches. I’m cross-legged on the bathroom floor while Pharaoh splashes in the tub beside me, a pink and laughing treasure two years long. I ran his bath, undressed his happy body. Now I wash his hair, speak quietly through the
Procrastination notes Reading time: about 30 minutes I To Avoid Procrastination, Never Have a Romantic Relationship My girlfriend Flo just left our first-floor apartment at 15 Móinéar Street to clock in at her job as the manager of a boutique fashion retailer in downtown Boston. She does not have a license, so she hailed a
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Ice Cream Reading time: about 10 minutes I turn and see Blake struggle up the pot-holed street. Directly above him, an old woman smokes on a balcony, her bare arms resting on its metal railing. Blake looks like a tourist. An American tourist. Which he is. Basketball vest, baggy shorts, battered trainers. A back-to-front baseball
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I don’t want to die but if i do I hope not to burn in Hell forever but burn in Heaven, be on fire for Jesus as our Sunday School teacher says it, burning the very best way she sings out so Sunday after church I returned to our classroom, empty then but for God
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Oedipus Rex Walks Into A Bar Reading time: about 10 minutes I found him at the bar. ‘May I join you, Your Highness?’ ‘Glad to have the company.’ He motioned vaguely to the stool beside him. ‘I’m not the king anymore, so you can skip the formalities. Call me Ed.’ ‘I’m Homer.’ He extended his
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Bookmarks It might be a receipt, a bus ticket, or if you need that ticket to return on, the foil paper ripped from a half-packet of gum, an old hairclip, something humdrum, a pen, or even, in desperation, a tissue, slightly used (do not judge them) or whatever else can be foraged from the handbag’s
Before the show Reading time: about 2-3 minutes You will walk slowly into the rehearsal room of the theatre, you will turn on the lights hanging from the ceiling, you will contemplate yourself full-length in the large wall mirror, you will see a beautiful woman in her thirties, with features as firm as her character,
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