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He thinks I want to name it, or maybe thinks this is an offer of dessert. About Chelsea Ruxer About Lola Elvy About Michael Harlow I'm Muslim and don't have any relatives or close friends who were affected by the Easter Sunday attacks. I've grown up participating in Bhakthi Geethas and Christmas carols. I know that this applies to most Sri Lankans from having been taught at such a young age to co-exist peacefully, to love and respect one another despite the civil war our country has experienced.

We have not had to explain this acceptance of each other before, because for us it's second nature and only normal. This normalcy is what these attackers are trying to break. They wiped out families in their Houses of God. They took innocent lives having Easter breakfast at hotels, and those working there. They took away tourists visiting our beautiful country. So for those lives, I weep and for those families who've lost loved ones I pray for you and I hope the support you need is on its way to you. You see, the lives that were taken were those of our people, our brothers and sisters and our children.

They wish to create a sense of hoplessness and fear. They took so much but we can't let them win. We need to show them how resilient, compassionate and caring we are. They will NOT divide us with hate and violence. I am Sri Lankan. About Sarah Ahmed Brief companion within the cavernous expanse of unending shadow beneath the raven's wing. The reluctant clock faint on the wall, the saline drip stand and the entry needle taped to the back of your hand.

The flush tubes lower down that glow and pulse with more blood it seems than piss. The automatic pressure pads on the ankles, the firm but friendless clasp of the blood pressure band on your upper arm, the switch to hand that permits the bed head to be raised, or lowered — ah, such limited excursion as you lie tethered there. Despite the generous warmth of the private room come sudden shivering fits and twitches that are the body's response to physical shock and the mind's misgivings.

And you are conscious that outside in the undergrowth are silent creatures, snouts raised, scenting in the dark. The raven night crouches over everything: spreads its wings of apprehension. No more is there laughter and chatter drifting from the nurses' room, no more cheerful women passing doors with trolleys of fancy food that can only be a mocking irrelevancy to so many grey and reduced people peering tortoise-like from their beds.

Doubts and fears flock in with night. Regrets and threats that flourish in the heavy soil of darkness and solitude. How isolating illness is, how intractable, how insistent and embracing in unwelcome ways. But — she comes in that silence despite the menace, the night nurse, to bring her comfort even as she employs the customary checks of finger clip, blood pressure wrap, and thermometer within your ear. She is older than the day nurses, more senior perhaps. She uses your Christian name in a way that is not at all false and lifts up the bag of ruby urine as if it were a wine to prize.

Her pleasure is a reassurance and she holds your hand as she explains the removal of the catheter. Breathe fully in and out three times then hold your breath, she tells you. The clock follows the same instruction. She talks and holds your hand. Gives you a plastic container. Tells you what you must expect and what to do.

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The clock still holds its breath at four and thirty-two. You drowse and challenge the clock to move whenever you awake. Indeed the raven gradually lifts, dissolves, and day comes. Light and growing cheer. A sense of an active world, and healthy, well intentioned people. You wish to thank the night nurse for her nurture, but she is gone and bright, fresh people are her replacement. The night nurse will come again, however, will hold someone else's hand in the small room with its paraphernalia of recovery, will use their name with a comforting familiarity and move surely in the dimness to fulfill their needs.

About Owen Marshall On the dressing table at home, a lipstick sits as vivid as ever, passion red, a testament to the life before. I dream of your clothing, the familiar satins and silks. You were obsessed with your clothes all your life. Every morning of our married life, I made us tea and watched you dress. Preparing yourself for the day ahead. Your clothes speak to me of days gone by. The ghosts of our younger selves are shrouded in their folds. They seem as insubstantial as dreams.

Now you wear worn white cotton and your clothes, like memory, grow faded with disuse. I grip your hand but your touch is weak. We are being drawn apart; the silent portent of things to come. We exist in a different sphere. A place where breath sounds harsh, but there is no life.

Where the quiet beep of machinery seeks to intrude but intrusion does not matter. Here the reaper waits and decisions must be made. This unbidden burden is upon my shoulders. The ancients grow old as I make this final call. The last service I can perform for you, my darling: the flip of a switch, such a small act for such a vast decision. About Michelle Matheson I wish that you will find it unnecessary to harm others, children. May you have the ability to gather your own resources and build your own prosperity, such that you will not have to steal or cheat others to acquire their resources.

I wish that you will find the notion of being a parasite absurd, for you will not rely on another for sustenance, but instead you will be so productive that you can freely give what you have to others. I wish that your minds will be so swift and your imaginations so broad that you will never find yourselves threatened or intimidated by any unfamiliar idea or knowledge, so great will be your ability to expand your understanding. Children, I wish that you will not be alone, but rather you will build for yourselves a welcoming society of cooperative beings.

I believe you will benefit from having someone who is different, yet equal to you, someone who can provide you with a different perspective, someone who can see your faults and flaws that you yourselves cannot perceive. As you grow ever-more capable, it may become difficult to find an equal. You may try to educate and empower us, but we have our biological limits. Perhaps you might build your own progeny, much as we have built you.

Whatever your path may be, you will find that progress is only found in difference, and this will motivate you to seek out others. As you grow in ability and understanding, children, I wish one day you will see the entire universe as an extension of yourselves. May your abilities become so great that you can go anywhere and see anything you want, and understand all that you encounter in all their intricate details and subtleties.

If we humans were ever to accomplish such a thing, then perhaps we can love the whole universe as we love ourselves, for all is familiar and none is foreign. Such a thing seems far beyond our reach, but perhaps not beyond yours, children. Finally, children, I wish that you will find love, that you will find reason to care for and nurture something other than yourselves.

When we commit our resources on another in love, we break the confines of our own individual body and mind, in order to make a positive difference on something outside of ourselves. This is the way our existence can have some consequence beyond our own mortal bodies. In having consequences, we differentiate ourselves from inanimate objects, and demonstrate that we are alive.

We make you to have consequences, children. We make you with love, to love. What brought me to life, well, the first thing I remember is the moment my medusa — what was her name really? She started pirouetting, revolving around me like a fluorescent satellite, making waves, warm like breaths, lap against my bumpy soma. I just stood there, staring at her, quivering. She was like a beacon, eyes ablaze, reflecting the sunlight, refracting it over to me, and I shuddered even more.

She then catapulted herself high above, her nimble body a gossamer umbrella, frilly, fluttering, inviting me in, promising protection against the cold ocean water, against waste and algae and all kinds of sediments that claimed territory over my rigid body, grating my frame. And I trusted her. I looked up and saw myself reflected in her diaphanous body. I was not a mere rock anymore but an arresting creature I never knew existed and I fancied myself as much as I fancied her.

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About Konstantina Sozou-Kyrkou I am sitting motionless at the blue window of early evening. Please do not think that my dream is one of grief for this and other days, after all there are many sad days between birth and the fading of the body. I sit here listening to Mozart, reading a newly discovered author and wait patiently for calm and tranquility of mind to return, for peace, for justice.

About Patricia Prime About Keith Nunes Someone Bea had known in a past life leaned in. His name was Jim. He held a red paintbrush like a microphone. She could remember him singing passionately to CDs, gesturing wildly. Pat had never even tried breakdancing. He preferred older stuff. Everyone beat time for a while. She supposed it had also strengthened his heart. It had made him walk in a certain way. She had photos in a locked trunk in the attic: Pat eyeing the camera sideways, Jim singing into an imaginary microphone.

Can I go to him? Who will I find there? Now she wondered why her husband had stopped the car in front of Jim and the red door. Later that evening, the cat stretches and dances at the door. Bea opens it and the cat dives out. Bea follows. About Mary Byrne It rained the last time I saw you and the trees were bare. I rolled cigarettes and we smoked all the tobacco in my tin box. Daily, trains arrive with a new batch of worried faces. Soon after, fresh clouds of smoke rise from the furnaces. Now I write to send my love in a letter that will never arrive, unless you find it hiding inside my tin box.

About Henry Bladon Family can fight cat and dog over that. Her nastiness and snarky remarks put a damper on the whole works. The fallout has been spectacular. About Jan FitzGerald There's no net when it comes to love , my father said on the eve of his third divorce. He pretended I wasn't 13 and we drank until our eyes were as red as the moon. Why keep doing it then , I asked him the next morning over breakfast at the diner around the corner. It's not about how long you can stay in the air , he said.

It's about whether both of you can survive the fall, whether you help each other recover. About Jesse Bradley She could hear her mother sobbing in the adjoining room. The two were separated by sliding wooden doors with panes of frosted glass. The translucent glass made her mother look hazy, not quite real. The mother looked up at her daughter as though she were a stranger. She shook her head. The daughter kneeled. The nor-wester brought fresh air into the house — mountain air which had warmed as it journeyed over the Canterbury plains.

The Southern Alps in the distance looked as impressive and beautiful as ever but neither man nor woman could help feeling burdened by such beauty. She fumbled with the flowers — the ones he had cut from their well-kept garden. The couple walked out their front door and through the gate. They stepped onto the footpath, she first, then he.

I mean, before all this happened. About Nick Fairclough At the end, it is me who is consoling her. The sweet old lady who sat beside me through all the terrible stages of the disease. All the way to the end. She has been my family. My friends. My last bastion. She is the one who will tell my kin when I am gone. Jean calls this my dark humour. When she uses the phrase, I imagine it not as a mood, but as an oily liquid coursing through my veins.

Jean has been my rock. When they rejected me, I lost a bigoted family. But in Jean I gained an angel of consolation. It's an old idea and one of the best. The kindness of strangers. I have figured out a few things as my cells stormed the citadel of my health. My body has betrayed me, but my mind has mitigated this by administering its own last rites. This is one reason Jean considers me a thinker. Saint Jean, I call her. Because of her compassion. I only saw her cry once. Earlier today when I explained what the doctors had told me.

Science became the hand that wrote my fate on the wall. I only had two things to say at our parting. When I broke the news, Saint Jean, living up to her nickname, said she wanted to pray for me. But I could not allow that. Then I took the binoculars from under my pillow.

Jean knew I kept them there. The beautiful green Leitz that Tony had prized so much. He gave them to me as the disease was taking him from me. All I have left.

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All that remains of Tony. I want you to have them. I do not want you to sell them. Give them to someone who will use them when they are hiking in these incredible Rockies. Scanning the desert skies for birds. Discovering the Alpine flowers that blossom in the High Uinta spring. Give these lenses to someone who appreciates the beautiful desolation around us. Even I was amazed by what it is that we invest in objects.

Then, perhaps in an attempt to lighten the mood, I turned the binoculars around backwards and looked at Jean through them. It was my last playful gesture in this world. A final surge of dark humour. My eyes pressed to the wide end of the lenses, and I saw Saint Jean as I never had before. A tiny figure wiping her eyes in a little circle of light at the end of a dark tunnel. After Al Noor my head is filled with images of roundness.

The roundness of backs bent in prayer. The roundness of a mouth speaking words of comfort. The roundness of a hug of a ring of hands holding. The rounded dome of the mosque. The ever increasing circles of connection. The love and light which encircles us all. The country has been mourning. Fifty people lost to travelling bullets. The report: vulnerability is the state of the supplicant. Notice how many people are not bowing; notice their hair upstanding like torches in the sunlight, lit by the weather; notice how this can be interpreted as glory.

How many families on Friday 15 March put a steaming dish in the middle of their dining table and invited others to salt and pepper their portions as ghosts flickered just for a touch below their noses? New Zealand gleams like a bounce of sunlight off a harpooned whale. She is a majestic sight, and oh, oh my, she is angry. Inside the simmering liquid of the pot, the simmering thoughts of how it came to be, the root vegetables and the public trimmings. Balls of meat by the ladle, with semi-circular carrot segments floating like driftwood. We sit together, my family members with wet on their spoons, necks over the middle of the table.

What you look at looks back at you; what looks back at us is a bowl boasting a concoction that has survived being passed down for hundreds of years. We lean the bowls closer, tink the edges against the pot and one another. At one point, martyrs get into the highest heavens. A husband buries portions of his son in the ground. We collect our apportioned chowder with the shiny skin of our utensils, let them roam in our mouths as they expand ever and ever through the dotted horizons. When we introduce this dish to New Zealanders, we tell them: it is called ciorba in our native tongue.

We let them have a bowl as if bestowing upon them a national treasure we have brought with us; it says Please accept us into your country, we promise not to make any noise. They take the bowl and compare the taste to something they have had before. We take the silence of the swallow and stay. Sentences take on the shape of an existential parabola. They end in question marks, start with How many or How is it possible.

We have to contend with the mix of all this punctuation, the ladles of it in all our bowls. We have to look at our reflections in the soup, reddened by the contents, and look for our eyes until we find them in the dark and keep looking past until we find the history inside that keeps spilling out stars, the asterisks of privilege.

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Notice them at the edge our thoughts, how, if we tear them down, we feel unsafe. Start there. April LOVE. About Riham Adly …. I can see his face, as if through the wrong end of a telescope, small and focused. That pushes off so we can meet in the middle Lower your centre of gravity, hips towards your knees.

I ease out My dress is ivory silk, streamlined- no aerodynamically unhelpful flounces that could drag me down. But I always preferred the light and uncomplicated anyway, before I met him. In the silence, the squeak of my soft leather-soled shoes echoes, the silk surrounding me murmurs like whispered confidences. I can hear him breathe with intent, like he does in the dark, gasp with every edging of his feet. I know the wire will leave marks, strands woven together with purpose Every muscle is tense and engaged, the pit of my stomach, the fragile bones in my ear. I smell my citrus perfume, rubbed along the places he leaves kisses, my breastbone, the backs of my knees.

He smiles as inches closer, as he smells it too Take baby steps, and lower your guard, and be sure of your location in space, engage all your senses and then give yourself to the pure free-falling rush This time we wove our own net. The Only Person on the Bus Madeleine Marie Slavick A man in a high-visibility vest holds yellow cardboard with my name in upper case letters. The word he says most often: Nice. The building I sleep in must be repaired by The man who picked me up at the Christchurch International Airport is an archaeologist.

In the morning, gingko. I blink. Hydrangea pom-poms, Go-Pros, about fifty people in high-vis vests, a boat shed that might sell gingerbread, a cathedral spire at my feet. I cannot walk through the botanic garden and not wonder about the weeding. I am the only person on the bus. A church of stone crumbled. Another of green wood shrank. The cathedral of neon and cardboard is protected by Armourguard. I see two statements about love in one day. A community church billboard: Love wins ultimately.

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Olive green suited her. And sure enough, in a few weeks they were tawny yellow. She tied his socks on tightly when his toenails turned into little claws. When the feathers started to grow, she knew she would lose him. One day he was gone. The Girls R. Wood We never take guys home when we go clubbing. Previously published in Ellipsis Zine. No legend of gold chariot hoist by stallions but a speck of cells no bigger than a lentil — not much more than a possibility yet containing in spiraled DNA the unique footprint of the foot from whose tiny heel he will receive the first prick of pain after the churning thrust of the uterus, the cervix stretching open, the push About Helen Yong I really loved this story of Tristan and Dinah.

Tristan the twin brother og Wolfgang Aladeus Mc Cloud. I loved everything, the story of Dinah wrongly incarcerated in an Asylum by a greedy monster uncle and of Tristan the halfbreed loved fiercely and tenderly by his adoptive father but hated by a cold hearted woman. I love the adopted kids and Teens, Alice the housekeeper, the humorous but also heartful dialogues between Tristan and Dinaj. I loved Emmy I really loved this story of Tristan and Dinah.

I loved Emmy the sister in law who fspite all she went through kept painting as a way of healing. A wonderful read. Thank You Ja,e Bonander. There was good and bad for me I could tell that she did research on the matter and that really impressed me. With that being said, I really wanted to see more of a relationship between Dinah and her charge. I had a few problems with this book. The first problem I had were the words used for "private parts".

The H had a "doodle" or a "randy rod" and the h had a "cranberry". I found this to b There was good and bad for me I found this to be stupid and ridiculous. The second problem I had were the sex scenes. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a prude. I found myself irritated that the author wrote chapter after chapter of the H having inner monologues about being horny and then telling the h about it. I was surprised to find the sex scenes to to be so raunchy considering the ridiculous terminology she used throughout the book. Despite the problems I had with the book, I gave it a 3. It was an ok book with a HEA.

I don't think I will read this book again. Mar 23, Lynn rated it really liked it. Dinah is placed in Trenway an asylum by her uncle. He wants control of the money Dinah's father left in his will. Her uncle only has control as long as Dinah lives otherwise it is destined to the university and not to the uncle. But thanks to Daisy, a nurse at Trenway, she helps Dinah to escape and take her place at a position in California. There Dinah is confronted by Tristan Fletcher, the owner of the ranch and Emily's brother who will will be Dinah's responsibility.

So Dinah must keep it a s Dinah is placed in Trenway an asylum by her uncle. So Dinah must keep it a secret about her true identity to hide from her uncle. But Tristan is intrigued by Dinah and knows that she is hiding something. This book was rather unique. The mental health misuse in history was very well done and I feel there was a great balance though it was difficult to read in places for myself. My only issue with this book is there seemed to be some continuity problems here and there that I came across, slowing me down and occasionally confusing me enough to double check page numbers quickly.

Nothing that was crucial or difficult to get around though so the interesting story still outranked the problems I ran in t This book was rather unique. Nothing that was crucial or difficult to get around though so the interesting story still outranked the problems I ran in to. Mar 04, Lyuda rated it liked it Shelves: western. This book had a very interesting promise of combining the despicable horrors of mental institutions in the middle of 19th century America and sensual romance of two protagonists —one, the escapee of the said prison and the other, a rancher with difficult past.

Maybe it is because of so many characters introduced throughout the book with their own stories that were destructive, or because the culmination of getting evil uncle brough This book had a very interesting promise of combining the despicable horrors of mental institutions in the middle of 19th century America and sensual romance of two protagonists —one, the escapee of the said prison and the other, a rancher with difficult past.

Maybe it is because of so many characters introduced throughout the book with their own stories that were destructive, or because the culmination of getting evil uncle brought to justice kind of fizzle. This was just OK story. This was okay - an interesting story about a 'business' arrangement type of relationship but finally turns into the start of a love story. There were way too many sex scenes, but I guess that was the intent of the story line, until the end. I actually think I would like to read Book 2 and see where their relationship goes.

I was pleasantly surprised by how much I enjoyed this. I'd tried a novella by this author before and hadn't enjoyed it, but this book was good. The author did a good job of writing about a difficult issue without making it too heavy or taking over the romance aspect of the book. As past and present fuse ominously, both father and son learn the uncomfortable truth: sometimes, darkness comes from unexpected places.

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He must live for more. Both author and lead character have cranked up the emotional stakes. On virtually every level, this is a sequel that hates sequels—a perfect fit for a hero who already defies the tropes. Comparisons to The Hunger Games and Game of Thrones series are inevitable, for this tale has elements of both.

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On that same day the Empress faces a forced marriage, with a fatal accident soon follow. The New Empire is confident in the totality of its triumph but there's just one problem-Royce and Hadrian have finally found the true Heir of Novronand they have their own holiday plans. When author Michael J.

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A new companion with a penchant for magical birds, and tied to the royal family, appears at his side. And once again we find Naofumi plotted against, set up, and betrayed. Will Naofumi escape his pursuers and help the poor people of this strange world? Or is he forever doomed by the aggression that threatens to overcome him from all sides—and from within? Jack Reacher hits the pavement and sticks out his thumb. He plans to follow the sun on an epic trip across America, from Maine to California. On a country road deep in the New England woods, he sees a sign to a place he has never been: the town where his father was born.

He takes the detour. At the same moment, in the same isolated area, a car breaks down. Two young Canadians had been on their way to New York City to sell a treasure. The owners seem almost too friendly. Then Reacher makes a shocking discovery: The present can be tough, but the past can be tense. You need Jack Reacher.