Everything Will Betray Itself
Jun 02, 2025

The wind, sneaking around the corner of the skyscrapers where you work; my scarf, the deepest, most joyous red; my feet, tired and sore from all the running; my laugh lines; the whispers, overheard by cafe patrons in Paris; my…

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The Opposition
Jun 02, 2025

Peony entered the market place in the middle of the city, on the level four hundred and fifty nine, between the agriculture fieldbelow and the more secure housing for the cities first families. She only brought Tee, someone barely older…

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The immensity in all decisions
Jun 01, 2025

As the Talmud commanded, Bella was returned to G-d’s hands within twenty-four hours of his death. Sarah took command of all funeral preparations. One moment, Bella lay broken at the doorstep of Frau Bleich’s home. The next moment, men of…

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rise a poem to justice
May 31, 2025

On the morning of May 6, 1933, a group of students belonging to the National Socialist German Students' League, accompanied by a brass band, marched to the Institut für Sexualwissenschaft. They ransacked it; they vandalized it; they burned it, while…

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Boxing Day
May 30, 2025

Boxing Day They box up the old sweaters, The finger bare gloves, The much mended socks The stained sheets And muddied petticoats Into neat packets tied with string. They take, too, the stubs of candles The ends of roasts Some…

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Justice
May 30, 2025

The ancients thought of justice as blindfolded. Not inherently blind; a chosen unseeing that represents impartiality, where emotional and relational distance affords objectivity, which is an assumed foundation for judicious reasoning when people’s competing interests feel irreconcilable. To find a…

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Clark
May 30, 2025

Bob Clark stepped out of the clothing store on Rose Street in Edinburgh. He was wearing a flowered shirt with very large wide collars. He had on purple bell bottom pants. He had on "Beatle Boots" of a brown, reddish…

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“Fox”
May 30, 2025

He goes by "Fox". My name is Fox. Michael Fox. His nickname was "Fox". I don't know what his real name was. He was a successful dealer in hashish and other drugs of the period. The period was the late…

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Breeding
May 29, 2025

I was already a grown up woman when somebody explained to me why certain wealthy Wasp-y families are generally good looking. (By the way, I have not personally observed this). The person who explained it to me, Georgia, was in…

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The immensity in all decisions
May 29, 2025

Small things hold great possibility, if you know where to look. Don’t miss the invitation in the everyday, the whisper, the burning bush. Each decision is one step in the long journey of your life. What you wear today. Whether…

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The Immensity of All Decisions
May 29, 2025

"It's a ridiculous plan," she said. "It's the only way," he said. "We don't have the money," she said. "We'll figure it out," he said. "But what about--?" "Taken care of." "And--?" "Sorted." "So there really isn't any other solution?"…

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The immensity in all decisions
May 29, 2025

She remembers a time when the small decisions were just that--easy and done. Brushing her teeth. Paying bills. Following up with an insurance company over a claim. A quick trip to the grocery store. Taking a bath. But now, deciding…

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