Can Love Survive the 21st Century?
We text, send emails, and instant message. We tweet and we facebook. But while new communication platforms spring up left, right and center, are our relationships suffering rather than flourishing?
shook the kitchen floor boards and the bite
of saw blade into timber set my chair vibrating,
no cross look from my mother could keep me at my lunch.
For I Have Sinned
Public Transportation: Twelve Rules For Riding the Bus, Subway, Plane or Train
About a week ago, I was riding the Washington, D.C. Metro to Eastern Market, a public bazaar that sells locally produced foods, and art and crafts, when the woman sitting across from me pulled out a toenail clipper and started grooming her feet. This prompted me to ponder why so many people behave badly on public transportation.
Lydia’s gaze falls on the painting that has hung over the mantelpiece all of her life. In the foreground, the three-masted schooner, once owned and sailed by Lydia’s great-grandfather, cuts its way through the roiling ocean on its regular route from London to Philadelphia.
I found a pocket-sized book in a second-hand shop called Cult American Writers. It fitted into the palm of my hand and I paid £1.40 for it. In it, I read a Richard Brautigan short story. It was about a man who takes out all the plumbing in his San Francisco house and replaces it with poetry.
When Jilted Alice Spoke
At forty-three, Jilted Alice finally decided to find her voice. She drove along the two-lane ribbon of road near Butte, Montana towards Basil’s house. Although it was her sixth Thursday date night at Basil’s, Alice was honored to have her protector, Stagecoach Mary, riding shotgun this time. Alice knew she’d have to be on her best behavior tonight.