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The Flight of Mary Todd Lincoln

Miah was an actor, not an actress. I didn’t recall asking what she was or wasn’t, or for how long we’d been talking. I’d been too busy...

Bayani

Do not begrudge me my burial at Libingan ng mga Bayani. It was my dying wish, even though this fiction has been manufactured by my family...

The Ass of Otranto

Was this a kneeling holy day, like the Friday that’s Good, good for those who can loaf, though it’s a bad time for sheep when fasting...

The Parrot

Mrs. Hutchinson died from a pet store robbery a few months ago. She couldn’t afford parrot food, so she’d hoofed it to the PetPal, slung...

Meditation

I’d been at Buenos Kriyas Beach Front Yoga and Retreat Center in Costa Rica for four days, four days of rice and vegetables, four days of...

The Falls

1 Jim Timmons had come from Vermont to Deer Falls, the little resort town on the edge of the Adirondacks, not for the scenery or skiing—...

The Man Who Must Be Named

There is a name for the man with a hundred hands who lies under your bed, the one with fifty mucked-up faces for the fifty bad-luck...

Turn

It’s in a group rehab session when he first speaks about it. Your mama did what? one of the guys asks. She took a knife to her hand,...

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Department of English

John Jay College of Criminal Justice

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New York, NY. 10019.

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