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December 2019Every heart is the other heart. Every soul is the other soul. Every face is the other face. The individual is the one illusion.
Marguerite Young, Miss MacIntosh, My Darling
A detour in Samoa, an encounter in a bar, a snowfall in Colorado
By Our ReadersDecember 2019I thought tryouts went great. I played catcher, just catcher. You may ask, How solid was my receiving with that lingering double vision? Well, I’m happy to report that squatting behind the plate was a miracle cure.
By Mark GozonskyNovember 2019Decorah sat in the impact crater of an asteroid that had struck the earth hundreds of millions of years ago. One of the extinct giant sea creatures exhumed from its crust — the shrimp-looking Pentecopterus decorahensis — had been named after the town.
By Poe BallantineNovember 2019— from “Almost Done” | My wife has taken Pepper to the vet this morning. She is losing her hair, doesn’t like her food, has growths on her skin, moves slowly after eighty-four dog years.
By Jory PostOctober 2019I could never stay long enough on the shore; the tang of the untainted, fresh, and free sea air was like a cool, quieting thought.
Helen Keller
August 2019You see that the cruelty of the Happy Vertex is its fleeting nature. Line A plunges downward, line B eventually plateaus, and before you know it, the distractions take over, and you’re thinking about girls, or you take a brief but intense interest in Mazda Miatas. Soon you’ll think about money, nothing but money.
By Ralph HubbellJuly 2019It is impossible to be a human being connected by affection to others and not be vulnerable to pains beyond our own.
By Sylvia BoorsteinMay 2019I 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 BritschMay 2019A 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 SparrowMay 2019Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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