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A ghost in the house, the police at the door, a phone call in a dream
By Our ReadersIt is impossible to be a human being connected by affection to others and not be vulnerable to pains beyond our own.
By Sylvia BoorsteinGovernment is a tool, like a hammer. You can use a hammer to build or you can use a hammer to destroy.
Molly Ivins
Every major advance for justice in our country took no more than 1 percent of adults — around 2.5 million people — with public opinion behind them, mobilizing to change government policy. If you’ve got 2.5 million people, you can recover our country, recover our government, recover our hopes and dreams.
By David BarsamianSomeone has died. Someone I loved the way I love my own hands. And I am alive in the bright, fading day, flying above the earth and sea.
By Sallie TisdaleI was dressed and ready for church, waiting while the others bustled about in preparation, when a sudden conviction took hold of me: “I’m not going,” I told my mother.
By Kelly DanielsA book’s characters always wait for us. No matter what happens to me during the day, Kerouac remains exactly where he was yesterday. He never moves without my permission. I reanimate him at my whim.
By SparrowWe need constant proof that we’re not alone. And if we don’t see a companion, we strain to hear one in the dark. And when there is no whistle in return? I’m here to tell you, we will make one up.
By Jennifer BowenI felt I was supposed to pretend I was a little sad he was gone — at least, for the first few days. I told him I missed him, because I did. I’m not a complete monster.
By Lucie BritschShortly after her death, Mother Teresa appeared / in a cinnamon bun in Nashville, Tennessee. / She looked serious, perturbed even, as though / this epiphany were an inconvenience.
By Donovan McAbeeIf you are more close to the dying / than you would like to be, then it is time for the sky / to grow larger than the earth, than the sea even.
By Jim MooreI’m a new face in the therapy group. / My wife’s ultimatum drove us here tonight. / And when my turn in the circle comes / to say what I’m feeling right now, / my tears surprise even me.
By Jim Ralstonhow can I tell him that every day I see her / smiling in her coral blouse, her matching lipstick, and her sunglasses, / sitting alfresco at our favorite Milwaukee cafe
By Andrea Potos