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Editorial (2)

Aroma wreathed around my neck, against my cheeks, upon my brow: the talcum scent of new wisteria encircled tensed impelling calves, caressed my arms and spent itself on canted slabs of sidewalk, curbs with stenciled numbers, gutters filled with spume … Continue reading →

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Mercury

Apparently you act by tacit rules that everyone has memorized but me, as if you all attended secret schools of age- and gender-based propriety. A manly woman or a childish sage can’t find examples of the adverse stroke across the … Continue reading →

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M.O.M. (3 of 3)

Then Merle became agitated under a strong impulse. It began when she read a news story about the Marshall Islands. Although many have chosen to disbelieve the calculations about global warming, those small Central Pacific islands are already becoming tinier … Continue reading →

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M.O.M. (2 of 3)

I’ve known women who didn’t want children because they’d been the oldest of a large brood; they’d already done the job. And I’ve known a pathetic few who had such a toxic relationship with their own mothers that they wouldn’t … Continue reading →

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M.O.M. (1 of 3)

Merle makes a big deal about everyone’s name but her own. She finds significance in Oz, she lectures on Lazlo, she validates Vyvyan. But she never tells her full name if she can avoid it, and she always says that … Continue reading →

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Discord

The smoke is laminating through the air in horizontal zones of grayish white that sting my eyes and dry my throat and tear to streaks the softness of the evening light. The music thrums like weapons in my ears. Competing … Continue reading →

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Antithesis

Nutrition, shelter, offspring: these propel us all, we know, for so the experts speak. Now some add altered consciousness, and tell us getting high’s another goal we seek. But are these all? Are we that simply framed and limited, by … Continue reading →

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BFF Psychopathy (End)

I can use the shower as an illustration. The only daughter of one of our college friends is engaged to be married. Isabella is 33. Her mother Joan is a sweet woman. True she sometimes drives me nuts with all … Continue reading →

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BFF Psychopathy (Middle)

Molly has told me that she never really believes that other people feel the way she does. She says she’s single now for the simple reason that she can tolerate loneliness better than boredom. She doesn’t seem to understand why … Continue reading →

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BFF Psychopathy (Beginning)

Molly used to worry about her son. He was a behavior problem from the age of three. They were referred to child psychologists when he was in pre-school, and she has written reports predicting that he’d never make it through … Continue reading →

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