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Ingwon Chae
A World without Selfie Sticks
Six years have passed since then, and I still try to imagine what happened to Not-Debbie, how she arrived at the flashy studio and was welcomed with cheers from the audience and compliments from a pair of sleek presenters, who told her she had won a million dollars.
Go to the Limits of your Longing
By Rainer Maria Rilke
God speaks to each of us as he makes us,
then walks with us silently out of the night.
These are the words we dimly hear:
You, sent out beyond your recall,
go to the limits of your longing.
Embody me.
Flare up like a flame
Love Poem Beginning with a Yellow Cab
By José Olivarez
for Erika
i ask you what's the first thing you think about
when you see the color yellow & like a real
new yorker, you say yellow cabs. not sunlight
or a yellow ribbon tied around a vase of fresh begonias.
yellow cabs honking down
The Dead
By James Joyce
Lily, the caretaker's daughter, was literally run off her feet. Hardly had she brought one gentleman into the little pantry behind the office on the ground floor and helped him off with his overcoat than the wheezy hall- door bell clanged again and she had
Requiem for Notre Dame
(in the style of Sylvia Plath)
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Cold and smoldering, our lady
Wanders barefoot along the fabled hall;
Shattered panes through, drifts of prayer
Like smoke over puddled wax.
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Prayers that hugged the firm shoulders of a wooden cross
Tangled in the ash huddle of stone and molten lead
Will You?
By Carrie Fountain
When, at the end, the children wanted
to add glitter to their valentines, I said no.
I said nope, no, no glitter, and then,
when they started to fuss, I found myself
saying something my brother’s football coach
used to bark from the sidelines when one
Replication Error
Sometimes the boy felt frustrated at his job. Early in the morning, long before the sun would rise, he put on his boots and followed his father out to the replication site where the helicase had already done his work and the primers lay in wait. In the blanket-like darkness
For Father
It has been fifteen years since something as simple as the muffled sound of a car engine shutting off in the driveway followed by the metal thud of a closing car door elicited such mixed emotions in me, a combination of anticipatory excitement and quiet dread that only a young
The Embassy of Cambodia
By Zadie Smith
💡Published in the print edition of the New Yorker, February 11 & 18, 2013, issue.
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Who would expect the Embassy of Cambodia? Nobody. Nobody could have expected it, or be expecting it. It’s a surprise, to us all. The Embassy of Cambodia!
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