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A villanelle in a voice

Thea The world is old and hums with power In many voices; I should know I speak for all that comes to flower I came to being in a bower Born of the wild’s ebb and flow The world is … Continue reading

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Directions, part III

(Story begins here. Continued from Part II) The next time Seth heard Thea’s voice was a week later, in the library carrel spaces. He was spending his lunch break with his CD player and a pile of books that might … Continue reading

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Directions, Part II

(Continued from part I) It was that private smile—sometimes tired, sometimes bitter, sometimes pleased, but always incomprehensible—that won. Seth had given up trying to see how his roommate could find amusement in random situations, even in their most vicious arguments. … Continue reading

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Directions, Part I

As a grad student taking two translation workshops and teaching two drill sections (first-year Japanese ), I don’t have a lot of time for writing. What I can do, and have been doing since A Flight of Words, is put … Continue reading

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