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October 31, 2020
Fiction

Monsters

A recurrent childhood dream: I’m in my mother’s kitchen. White ruffled curtains, encouraged by a breeze, float in and out of open windows. It’s like a gunshot when the banging starts, and it’s coming from the door leading to the basement. The door is locked, but the top panel heaves, hinges straining. The wood begins to splinter, fraying like a worn blanket. I sprint to my bedroom, dive under the bed. I hear the crash as the door gives way. The gorilla is coming for me. ### End-of-summer treasure hunt. Bobby discovers a bottle that most certainly contains a magic

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Non-Fiction

Noise

We all make mistakes for which we should all be forgiven,” our yoga teacher announces as class begins. “This morning, I am choosing to forgive the mistake they apparently made out there.” He smiles, then motions with his chin toward the window where, across the street, two men in matching highlighter-yellow jackets are using a jackhammer to break up a new concrete sidewalk poured only a few weeks ago. The workers had become familiar to us, part of a construction crew working on a new development across from our yoga studio, their noise competing with the instructions of our sensei

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Political

A Love Letter

Dear citizens: Some of you, mostly my enemies, wonder how I’ve become such a great and adored leader. The ones who hate me puzzle over how I am able to do and say outrageous things, and still maintain the love and support of an adoring public. My approach is really quite simple and based upon the following: The receptivity of the masses is very limited, their intelligence is small, but their power of forgetting is enormous. Therefore, all effective propaganda must be limited to a very few points and must harp on these in slogans until the last member of

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