It was like a church—the sun blew lazily through the thick glass brick, casually diffuse, gently floating down like a clean sheet, smelling of toothpaste and of Tide. Rose petals, unswept, and so gone sweet, had settled on the floor. And a crackly piano wafted from down the hall, unstressed.
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A few days ago, Saturday, I could be seen Terrace, crossed beyond recognition of course—as you should be at Terrace—stumbling my way downstairs, when I was struck in the head. I struck in the head with one of those fleeting but indelible moments of illumination, those peeks into something more...
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My grandfather sits asleep, well, not quite asleep; you can tell by the way he shifts in his chair, gently stretching his toes and repositioning his arms as the small talk from the kitchen ebbs and flows. A bird chirps, metronomically; I look for it; I find it in a...
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I was inspired to make this today—well, yesterday by now—by a website of my good friend, Jieruei Chang. Yes, the form—and title especially—are quite derivative. But I hope here I am able to create something unique of my own. Or at least something that justifies the...
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