Monthly Archives: November 2011

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The Hawk in the Park

Rita Callum had left New York for Chicago when she was twenty-eight. The city had felt less and less like home, as the increasingly liberal attitudes had swayed from their Blitz spirit. She’d been fourteen at the fall of Bush, and had grown up with

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The Cat Lady of Jones Park

“Come on now, baby, don’t be afraid,” her grandmother called. Five-year-old Neffie moved forward from the side of the parked car. She hesitated, and paused, grabbing at the hem of her jade-green sweatshirt with both of her delicate, small hands. She peeked up at the

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Ritual Combat

The first time I encountered them they were equipped as fencers. I turned down the alley and there they were: foils at the ready, their faces obscured by safety helmets. They paid me only the briefest of attention as I stopped to snap a photograph,

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The Devil Gets All the Best Tunes

It’s not easy being a nemesis. In fact, I’d say it’s a bum deal (often literally – have you seen the amount of lycra a lot of us have to wear?). I’ve never understood all the booing and hissing (although I can’t pretend I don’t

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Those Who Die By The Sword

“I want someone who’ll live for me, Not die for me, So put down your sword,” She said, looking bored, As he sank to his knees, His chest starting to bleed, From the wound that she’d made, Just a moment ago. “Before you leave, There’s

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Duality

If Hannah Cowley heard the word chiaroscuro one more time, she would scream. She had told her therapist about her picture, about the way she saw her life, about the balance of light and darkness. That darkness can clarify the light. They hadn’t seen her