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The Date From Hell

Qdoba, baseball, and modern romance.

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Mars.

“Make all due haste through airless waste,” say Terrans who’ve not been.

“Work quickly with your regolith,” say Lunies in their bin.

But those who moil in blood-red soil to their own ends indulge

Oft meet their doom gasping vacuum crawling the Tharsis bulge.

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Facebook Frenzy

Are people afraid that their deepest darkest secrets will make their way into the hands of their mortal enemies? Why do we see one person’s post on Facebook and instantly delve into a tumultuous back and forth between the meager efforts to protect our photos and the nonchalant I-don’t-give-a-fuck shoulder shrug?

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Please leave a voicemail, I’m out of the wheelhouse

“Mysticism twists herself in circles, gnawing at her purple train..”

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Elegy for St. Britney Shorn

Maidens yet unyoked shall shear their hair for you when they wed, and through ages long shall reap the great morning of your tears.” – Euripides Who would not sing for Britney? She knew herself to sing! If not to … Read More

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Debate Scorecard, Redux

WICKEDEST CENSORS—CNN “Hey, can I call you Joe?” she asked. “[Off-mike],” he responded. BEST MIXED METAPHOR—SARAH PALIN “The barometer there, I think, is going to be resounding that our economy is hurting.” MOST GERUNDS—SARAH PALIN Gerunds are for the weak, … Read More

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Spring Broken

Attention, all you who decry the decline of American culture—where did the concept of MTV Spring Break come from? What seedy gyri or sulci of our brains make us think that a full week of developing skin cancer, developing liver … Read More

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Vignettes from the Hinterlands

On the seventieth anniversary of Ataturk’s death I was in the mountains between Van and Diyarbakir with a baby on my lap and her three year old brother stretched out on the seat behind me while their mother tried to sleep, the silk scarf slipping from her hair.

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New Year, New Me / I Was Cutting My Fingernails and Eavesdropping

An essay and a poem grappling with spirituality and the self in the wake of the new year

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East and West

Photography by Esti Matulewicz.

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Floating

My father drove the rented Ford the wrong way down a one-way road. It didn’t matter: we seemed to be the only people driving that day anyway.

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Just Cool Enough for School

Bicker is an important rite of passage for people with a creeping suspicion that they might be cool. Champagne bubbles and dreams of Ivy League grandeur saturate even the most level of heads. Some even go so far as to … Read More

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