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Out of Africa

Elephants often populate corners in such a way that the rooms’ other occupants aren’t even immediately aware of their presence. It’s only after some time has passed that the situation becomes clear. No, we...

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Cups with Coriander: Sugar

Serial Story   My eyes opened slowly, and I languidly turned my head to the bedside clock. 10:00 am??? I sprang up in my bed, panicked, when I remembered that I hadn’t set an...

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Cups with Coriander: The Grind

Serial Story   The first entry was dated only one year prior to our missed coffee date; I wondered if this was a new attempt at journaling, or if she simply had multiple volumes....

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Cups with Coriander: The Beans

Serial Short Story   Hospital coffee is perhaps one of the most repugnant liquids ever concocted. It makes no endeavor to soothe the nerves of waiting families and friends; nor does it offer succor...

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Home?

Eyes stinging in the stale air around me I watch the sun rise below me A new world lies before me. Am I home? Exclamations I can’t understand Stranger’s faces in a foreign land...

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Cups with Coriander: Sip Two

Serial Story   I waited for Ethan to collect himself. He ran a hand over his head, pushed his hair back and exhaled heavily. That look was unmistakable; there was only one person I...

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Cups with Coriander: Sip One

Short Story   She stopped stirring her coffee and pointed her spoon at me. “Here’s how I see it. Cultural paradigms are the ‘one-size-fits-all’ garments of the global morality shop. Created by the median...

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Blood and Chocolate

I love the fall. I always felt, as a child, that with the new school year, fall brought a new beginning… A chance for things to be different. But they never were. I love...

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Tug

Tug, tug, tug, tug, and the days Grow tighter around my lungs. When the air can’t reach them And my heart grows feebler Countdown ‘til relief comes. Tug, tug, tug, tug, in the night...

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Dirty Blood

My blood is dirty. I drag out. Past my anger and apprehension, 2 steps. To the neighbor’s house with a bottle of Manischewitz, Sorry for the noise. He smiles. 12 steps. Past the razor...

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Unsettled

He came back today. I was not cheered to see him. He looked as bad for wear As the last time the beast chose to be him. My revulsion returned- I fear I have...