(opens in a new tab)Long Short Story
Death appeared in the town of Markowa in March of 1942, and Aleksander and Julia both saw her at the same time. From a distance, she looked like a beautiful woman, a lovely Aryan maiden, but the closer she came to them the uglier and uglier she became.
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(opens in a new tab)Poetry
My Spectacles watched me seek for them lowered their head with mine. A clear silhouette of every Twist Turn Bend
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No idea where it came from, The pipe-threading lathe Just presented itself On the job when it was needed. From the truck and tools, We rested the Mule near the alley
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As near-death experiences go, it was one of the best. What more is there to tell?
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Sand ground into my shoulder blades. Scratch scratch on aluminum. I opened my eyes to a sky white on white. I blinked. Blue clouds with yellow edges. Against the hull of the canoe, lake water rocked and licked.
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(opens in a new tab)Poetry
We’re on our last legs, and the legs are last to go; the best metaphors die young, reborn as cliches.
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Arkansas Department of Correction: Grimes Unit, 2000The inmates leaned on their shovel handles and gazed up the long, sloping fairway. The man in a clerical collar and black shirt stood on the tee box.“Ostrich?” one inmate whispered.“No. Lower body is too skinny. Stork?”“I got it. Praying mantis.”
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The days were long and yellow and the heat thick as syrup. Ron was itchy in his work clothes, plump now because Joan cooked so well. His heaviness and the strokes in his face had people he didn’t know calling him Mister or Sir. It was funny. Only a few years ago, he was slim and rigid.
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Lindsey’s family was heading to San Francisco to celebrate her father’s journalistic achievement at an honorary luncheon, but she had other plans. She kept this to herself as they piled onto BART, her sister and parents whooping when they found three empty seats in a sea of Oakland Raiders jerseys.
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(opens in a new tab)Essay
Ever since the publication in 2000 of Malcolm Gladwell’s The Tipping Point – about tipping points in the world of business – the term has been used increasingly in a variety of settings. Sociologists speak of tipping points when a community has so many minority members that white flight begins. Climate experts speak of tipping points when climate change becomes irreversible. Physicians write of tipping points in determining when a disease becomes an epidemic. What I haven’t found yet is
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