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We All Participate In Our Own Self-Manifested Stories: An Interview with David Meiklejohn, Director of My Heart is an Idiot
Its been... more
Alan Stewart Carl
The Mayor, after several days of grieving, emerged from his hacienda at the hour that was once called lunch. He passed his guards, then slowly—laboriously—carried his voluminous frame through the streets, stopping at the square's one remaining café and ordering a well-cooked steak. The sun glared down from the cloudless sky and illuminated the Mayor, capturing him in full as he spread himself across a stool and held his knife and fork in a rehearsed display of indefatigable hope. There was still meat, he wanted the people to see. There was still a mayor. There was still a town, present and alive in that square.
The Vanishing Ball Player Moses Cage (1960 - ?) My hands, nets. My... more
John Tway Zackel
Michiko takes a class to learn the guitar. The class is taught by a... more