Your body must not have been listening to the positive mantras. It doesn’t have a clue what to do when the time comes.
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Category: Nonfiction
My sister wrapped her arms around me. I did not cry. I felt nothing.
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I’d assumed I’d share my story with him over a beer when he was in his late twenties. A fun anecdote not a cautionary tale.
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I have stories and photographs to remind me. But the rest is scattered like the 509th on that beach.
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The summer heat sprawls on my skin like a thick cover of wet glue.
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To be seen was to be ashamed and to admit to experiencing pleasure was to be disgusting.
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By reflex I turned to leave, but in the center of the open doorway stood the silhouette of a second man, holding a pitchfork across his waist as if to block my path.
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Kafka can sit for hours on the corner of the balcony, the elbow, looking down on the busy intersection. On one corner, across from us is the Escher House, a three-story mansion now converted into cheap rooms.
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…the promise of fulfillment rather than just a hole here or there or in several places at once…
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Does literary fame play a role in your quest as a writer and if so, does it play a positive role, or a negative one?
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