Browsing All posts tagged under »fugitive«

Multitudes

December 10, 2013 by

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i would ruin myself again for you, for love but no, i wouldn’t why donate?

You Only Live Once

August 16, 2012 by

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Something was wrong with us; that was our meeting place. It was like we both had a kind of fever. Or a bottomless hole, in the same part of our souls. Or maybe it was only that his hole fit perfectly around the edges of my fever. I don’t know. Technically I lived with Callum […]

Leaking

November 28, 2010 by

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Everyone thinks I’m not patriotic. But I am a patriot. I’m an outright xenophobe, a minuteman. The problem is I come from the future. The future is my country. And the depraved mongrel present keeps climbing over the walls. To design is to protect what does not yet exist. Something has to get displaced, so […]

Before the Law

August 21, 2008 by

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Inspired by Panza’s judgment “O perpetual discoverer of the Antipodes! Torch of the world! Eye of Heaven! Sweet stirrer of wine coolers! Here Thymbrius, there Phoebus, now archer, now physician! Father of Poetry, inventor of Music, you who always rise and—though you seem to—never set! On you I call, sun, by whose aid man engenders […]

Who’s the Greatest?

July 18, 2007 by

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Football fans in Atlanta and round the globe mourn today because it looks like the man heralded as the NFL’s version of Michael Jordan may turn instead into the NFL’s version of Barry Bonds. Some might have hoped Michael Vick become football’s Muhammad Ali, now an American doll shivering and beloved but once an idol […]

Excerpt: Star Child by Lars Russell

July 30, 2006 by

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He had to cross the belly of the island, which is a lot easier than crossing it the other way—and Humph knows because he did that once. Nevertheless it was a pronounced walk. Humph felt easy about it in the way, when you confront the immense but finite, there is a kind of irrepressible satisfaction. […]

Sunday After the War

July 24, 2005 by

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When I don’t know where to begin you say start at the beginning. But I don’t remember the very beginning. I must start with what I remember. Everywhere we were caught up in terror and we had to fend for ourselves. The demand was silence and yet I had nothing to be silent about. When […]