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July 12, 2018

Excerpt from The Occasional Virgin

HANAN AL-SHAYKH
Translated by CATHERINE COBHAM. The sea had depressed Huda ever since she was a schoolgirl, bent eagerly over a drawing of a Phoenician princess walking with her prince beside the sea, while their dog played with a shell.
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Published on July 12, 2018 06:30

July 10, 2018

Review: Leave No Trace

HANNAH GERSEN
In fairy tales, the forest is a dark, dangerous place, populated by wolves and other menacing creatures, but for Thomasin and her father, Will, a veteran of the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan, the forest is a respite, a place of quiet and calm.
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Published on July 10, 2018 06:00

July 6, 2018

Welcome to the Future

VAL WANG
Most of the other diners were Chinese; Buddhism was trendy among the well-to-do of the city. I imagined the tower block in the suburbs now housing the displaced granny this courtyard house had been seized from.
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Published on July 06, 2018 05:30

July 5, 2018

You’re the Sweetest One

LASHONDA KATRICE BARNETT
They often called a hearse as backup to transport accident victims, including those who survived. He left out that whites always rode in the ambulance; the hearse was for coloreds. Harvell said it was his first time getting such a call; probably they called white funeral homes first.
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Published on July 05, 2018 05:00

July 4, 2018

Dream Ladders

MATTHEW SCHULTZ
What we are dealing with, then, is not one ladder but two.  One sits on a balcony, and the other lives in dreams. One was left behind, and the other was consciously placed to appear as though it had been left behind.  One is unmoved, and the other is immovable.
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Published on July 04, 2018 05:30

June 29, 2018

June 2018 Poetry Feature

NATHALIE HANDAL
Because some words together / can frighten loneliness / like the lagoon moving aside / for the sea / Because you’ve chosen / the most crowded voices to hide in / Because you’ve chosen / the oldest wound to haunt you / Because I can’t show you / myself entirely
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Published on June 29, 2018 07:00

June 28, 2018

Ask a Local: Elizabyth A. Hiscox, Gunnison, Colorado

ELIZABYTH A. HISCOX
Not twenty degrees, negative twenty. It happens every year and many choose to avoid or flee the area in February.
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Published on June 28, 2018 07:00

June 22, 2018

Review: Here Comes the Sun

NICOLE DENNIS-BENN
Nicole Dennis-Benn’s debut novel Here Comes the Sun opens with the stirring words, “God Nuh Like Ugly.” The melding of Jamaican Patois and English establishes an immediate authenticity, as does the disturbing discovery that ugly is synonymous with the blackness of one’s skin.
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Published on June 22, 2018 05:59

June 20, 2018

January’s Child

RANDOLPH THOMAS
When winter set in, they came/ to see us with their baby,/ a beautiful child about a year old/ who was learning to walk/ and stepped proudly/ across our living room,/ waved her fists and hands/ and shook her straw colored hair./ They were in their late thirties
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Published on June 20, 2018 06:00

Non-Native

CATE LYCURGUS
Sandy showed us how. She placed the shovel’s tip a few inches from a tuft’s base. Angled the handle back a bit, just enough to loosen the grass before she lowered, hand-pulling.
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Published on June 20, 2018 05:00