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farzana-versey's picture
Aug.31.2011
It looked like a roomful of glass. If there is anything that I will always remember in the house of a film star it will be the sweet delicacy, sheer khorma. There was a big gathering. My uncle S had gone to wish the person, as was the custom. He had taken me along. I was quite unimpressed by the...
farzana-versey's picture
Aug.22.2011
“I am going again.” “Returning?” “No.” “Going again means returning.” “It means revisiting. When you return you go with what had been.” “And you are not?” “Yes. I am not.” “So, you have forgotten what had been?” “I have forgotten what never had been.” “If it was not there, then what is there to...
anita-owen's picture
Aug.07.2011
Standing on the stool stirring the cookie dough. Drawing the face on the pumpkin to carve. Ripping open the first present under the tree. Blowing out the birthday candles. Clipping playing cards to your bicycle frame with wooden cloths pins and taking off. Sitting in front of a fan with a friend...
bro-smith-sgs's picture
Jul.30.2011
  Hello my spiritual friend, perhaps it is time to gather together the various, assorted items you have garnered thus far in the year. A caducei representing "Faith and Reason", surely these are superior to Icarus's We have peeked behind the curtain in dealing with "The Heart of the...
farzana-versey's picture
May.30.2011
There were crumbs on the plate, more than crumbs. I threw them away. The nail varnish on my toes is chipped; the wild violet is now a bruise. The mirror has been half-cleaned and looks like a distorted image of itself. I snipped off the bottoms of my loose slacks since it is so warm in...
patricia-struntz's picture
May.21.2011
Rarely have I sought to write poetry. Oh, I’ve done it for 50-year celebrations, retirement parties, events honoring someone. And, yes, I’ve written them to/about my children on special occasions –when my daughter graduated from nursing school, for my son’s graduation from law school, on my...
allen-dayan's picture
May.20.2011
It's funny how the way things work in life.  When we were younger we would go through our days typically carefree, not knowing of what lies ahead, unknowledgeable of all these possible experiences; until we experience them.  It had been almost four years since i had spoken to or seen Joy, and...
leslie-musoko's picture
Apr.06.2011
You cannot put a time and place to it. Perhaps the tears in your eyes are the giveaway that you still remember. The truth is no one tells this story better than you do. Do we really come of age, find out that our past was meant to be for our future to hold a purpose?  Hard to explain the experience...
dale-estey's picture
Nov.23.2010
What the Children Knew  Günter Grass is still reckoning with the past in his fictional memoir. By Adam Kirsch "The children must never find out about what their father has suppressed," writes Günter Grass in The Box: Tales From the Darkroom, his new memoir in the form of a novel. "...
michelle-chambers's picture
Sep.09.2010
Summers past Summer is one of my favorite times of year; I love the sunshine, the warmth on my skin, the long light days when you can squeeze so much more out of this beautiful life.  Summer is the time when most people take a well deserved holiday as it’s the season when the schools break up for a...