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How to be friends with a deaf person
Eye contact.Eye contact.Eye contact.Not LOUD, not slow, not pro-nun-ci-a-tion, butcadence — a rise and a fall, a rhythm.Then…
Clover
In an old room, on a clean wooden floor, I was playing with my doll Susie, waiting for…
You Died
You diedbut there is no gaping hole.No wilderness of sad streets, no wailingmourners dirging down desolate roads. The…
Refracted Selves: Mirrors in Literature, Culture, and the Soul
The Mirror as Threshold When I was four years old I stood in front of a…
The Image of the War Still Haunts Me
In the Spring of 1988, Saddam Hussein’s planes dropped poison gas on the Kurdish city of Halabja in…
Midnight Delivery
The rain sang against the windowpanes of my trailer, its clouds blackening the November night. I sat…
THE DICHOTOMY OF BEING
“Immigration is an act of great courage, facing unfamiliar lands with the resilience to build anew.” – Isabel…
The Undoing
You light your hourly cigarette. You say it clears your head,You ask to see me, I say it…
Awaiting Moonrise
For the third Friday in a row, I wake to the men’s call to prayer fighting against the…
Châtelet
Châtelet’s long grey corridors seemed to stretch forever into the silence of the night. The more we walked,…