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History & Politicsexpand_moreRemind the children never to use the state as a metric for ethics.
Horses in those days were celebrities in their own right.
I take a sip of Turkish coffee and wrinkle my nose, like a baby.
Break me like bread. Take me apart. Strip each rib down to light.
Live Dangerously! If you get hurt, the suffering will bring a new being.
Their breath rose in small clouds. Their flag rippled above them.
His eyes rested on the trees. By George, it’s like the garden of Eden.
she will unchew the dried bulbs of history, spit them at the foot of her post.
You quickly find nothing interests people so much as themselves.
I never entered no-man’s-land by any light brighter than the palest moon.
We study your expressions, your cragged face, evidence of winds.
“There’s life after birth! That’s what jails and lethal injections are for!”
There are certain defects which well mounted glitter like virtue itself.
He was shirtless and showcasing a large tattoo of the Twin Towers.
“Your mother’s fine,” Giuseppe said. “We’re all completely fine.”
Third Place
A romp through everyday dramas with Hemingway, Kafka, and more!
How High Is the Moon? Too high to be touched, too high to be felt.
Ink to paper, she is inventory, has a price tag. A piece to catalog.
His shirt, he realized, was completely soaked, and he could actually see his heart rippling beneath the cotton.
We know of friends and relatives who have passed away, young and old.
through the trees, breathless, the grouse leads us steady as a rope.
Grant had a lot of buttons on that coat—when he wore it.
Dining at Bocuse wasn’t about food, but about pleasure in all its forms.
There are parts of a man that are born again with each of his daughters.
Nathaniel Hawthorne
On a scale of 1 to 10, the pain dissolves like a Eucharist wafer.
I sensed that a name defined who I was and would be in the future.
