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Open-mike for poets, a small toy xylophone, a six-foot submarine sandwich
By Our ReadersMay 1995January 1995I did not go to the Maggid of Mezeritch to learn Torah from him, but to watch him tie his boot laces.
A Hasidic rabbi
As Isaac Thomas walked jauntily down the bright, wide sidewalk at midday, he felt the weight of the book against his thigh, his wrist, the palm of his hand.
By Jackson StahlkuppeJanuary 1995The most-feared policeman in the county, three-strikes defendants, an unforgettable Marshall
By Our ReadersJanuary 1995The investigator from the department of mental health, Mr. D., called yesterday to tell me that the woman who seduced me after my stay on the K-4 unit a dozen years ago has been suspended from work for six days.
By Michael FontanaSeptember 1994I took a deep breath. Whenever the ground is expecting, I like to walk. I can feel it reach right up through my legs to meet the sky. The blood of everything rises to meet the tension of the coming clouds before a good rain.
By Christien GholsonSeptember 1994The indigenous world is not interested in the show of power. It is interested in respecting the source of the power. This respect is kept alive by camouflage; the power is protected by hiding it. An elder who has the power to create a light hole — a gateway you can jump through into another galaxy — is not interested in using that power to impress people. He would not use that power to show off.
By D. Patrick MillerAugust 1994After fourteen years of yard-walking a life sentence, Broadus Creek wore the mask of a traveler, implacably intent upon his route but thoroughly fortified against destination.
By Joseph BathantiMay 1994I’d rather be at my desk, shuffling my own papers. But a friend confided recently that he couldn’t abide self-important types who considered themselves too busy for jury service.
By Sy SafranskyApril 1994Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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