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Monthly Archives: January 2010

Once it struck, the girls became impossibly beautiful in the space of days. Even if you could pay some super-surgeon-sculptor-sage (a three-way cross between Dr. 90210, Michelangelo, and Maimonides) to crack open your face like a watermelon and chisel away at it until your bones were fine and symmetrical, you still wouldn’t look like these girls.

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Read “Beautiful White Bodies” by Alice Sola Kim.

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singing through a rolled newspaper

Monday, January 11, 2010

Read “Looking Around, Believing” by Gary Soto.

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never to talk to strangers

Sunday, January 10, 2010

Read “20 (“His parents had told him…”)” by Steve Calvert.

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For the sake of freedom, we must be willing to forsake our liberty.

Saturday, January 9, 2010

Yellow Cake from Nick Cross on Vimeo (via).

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Stupidity helps.

Saturday, January 9, 2010

Read “How to Uproot a Tree” by Jennifer K. Sweeney (from the 2009 James Laughlin Award-winning book How to Live on Bread and Music).

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This is why they all think we live in igloos.

Saturday, January 9, 2010

I’ve had about twenty conversations like this in the past two days: Tennessean (shivering in their insufficient winter gear): Are you warm? Me (in my two-layer fleece from Edmonton): Warm enough. Tennessean: You must be from up north. Me: I’m Canadian. Tennessean: Oh then this is like spring to you! Ha ha. Me: Yeah. Ha [...]

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After their parents succumbed to the rot, Pyn and Sienna wandered the streets of Cordoba. Together, they trekked the back side of the posh quarter. Ecstasy street, Ilona’s Oord, Sonatina’s Point, the words tasted as exotic and beautiful as the places themselves.

Friday, January 8, 2010

Read “59 Beads” by Rochita Loenen-Ruiz.

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Of blacker shade than cattle’s secret parts/On moonless nights in Devonshire. I fall./It hath no bottom, not this taste of sin;/I drop to see condition that I’m in.

Thursday, January 7, 2010

The most excellent comedie and tragical romance of TWO GENTLEMEN OF LEBOWSKI. (via)

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Happy birthday, Alan.

Thursday, January 7, 2010

A Birthday MY heart is like a singing bird   Whose nest is in a water’d shoot; My heart is like an apple-tree   Whose boughs are bent with thick-set fruit; My heart is like a rainbow shell   That paddles in a halcyon sea; My heart is gladder than all these,   Because my love is come to [...]

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He’s supposed to be my friend, after all. But he isn’t, not really, because we had sex once. It was in his office, drunk on champagne after we sold our first book. We were supposed to be celebrating, but it was angry sex, drawing blood and curses. What were we were so angry about? I remember how Ravi’s fingers left bruises all over me that stayed for weeks; I kept pressing them to make them hurt again.

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

Read “A Rose is Rose” by Georgina Bruce.

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