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farzana-versey's picture
Jul.10.2012
It had to be got rid of. Tough. It was tough. I’d need something hard. To break it. Or something sharp to break it open. I kept it atop a shelf. I thought about it. Did nothing. Days passed by. Months. Years. Yesterday. I brought it down. Dust. All I saw was dust. Not tough. Not unbreakable. I’...
katherine-gregor's picture
Jul.08.2012
Ask me if I like London.   No, I don’t, would be my frequent answer.   Architecturally, I don’t think it’s beautiful.  Not as ugly as some other places (no names mentioned) but not a city where you can walk down the streets and feast your eyes on one beautiful building after another...
farzana-versey's picture
Jul.08.2012
Balconies have a funny way of looking like life. The openness that allows you to look at the sky, but not escape to it. We are not birds, but our feathers are often ruffled. And then sitting in the half-open, like a person just woken up from sleep, the balcony brings in invigorating tea. It is hot...
katherine-gregor's picture
Jul.01.2012
  Suddenly, out of nowhere, a grey wolf ran up to him.  “What is the matter, Tzarevitch Ivan?” asked the wolf.  “Why so downhearted?” “Grey wolf, I have lost my trusted steed.” “It is I who ate your steed... And now I am sad for you.  Tell me, why are you so far from home and...
katherine-gregor's picture
Jun.24.2012
When I was getting a divorce, twelve years ago, my mother-in-law said, “I want you and I to remain friends.” I muttered some polite platitude in return.     Friends with the mother of the man with whom I was engaged in a who-hurt-whom-most contest? Right.  On which planet would that...
katherine-gregor's picture
Jun.17.2012
Beginnings:   I signed up to Twitter a few days before Christmas.  It seemed like a low-maintenance way of promoting my writing electronically. As usual, I needed someone to show me.  Not that the instructions were complicated – on the contrary.  I am just the sort of...
farzana-versey's picture
Jun.11.2012
A lizard had entered the house. We saw it crawling up the wall, hiding behind the clock, flirting with the lights. All attempts to shoo it out of the window failed. The door was opened, just in case it preferred a proper gateway. Nothing. It stayed around, watching TV, looking at the laptop...
earl-merkel's picture
Mar.20.2012
A few days ago, I walked away from a book ghostwriting project. It wasn't an easy decision, nor was it necessarily a particularly smart move: the up-front money was good, and my subsequent-royalties clause might have made it a lucrative project indeed. The book's subject was one on which I've...
farzana-versey's picture
Mar.04.2012
A sprinkling of people. Corner seats. Aisle seats. Large expanse of emptiness stretches. No cell phones ring. No banter and chatter. No rush for snacks during the interval. No guffaws. No sniffles. No sound of things falling. No stolen glances in the dark. No hands held. No thighs touch. No...
katherine-gregor's picture
Feb.26.2012
“Oh, don’t worry,” my friends say about someone I have yet to meet, “he’s very laid-back.” Little do they know that that is when I start worrying.   Describe somebody as “laid-back” and I have an inner reaction of tension, irritability and apprehension.  I would far rather be told that...