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Boroughing: Shapes of My Heart
By Stephanie Goldstein Our names sound different. Speaking the God-gurgling syllables In our baby-fat calves And tender, roasting ears. Committed to orthodoxy Down...
Boroughing: Into My Mind
By Jacob Snider Recently I have been obsessed with the mannerisms of human beings—the way we speak and talk, and also…the way we walk. This fall, in New York...
Far Flung: Permanent Resident
By Aaron Kohn Relieved to land in Dulles, having feared Hurricane Irene would block my flight from Addis Ababa, I sit in the almost empty airport, keeping my fingers...
Far Flung: #occupyyomkippur
By Liora Hostyk Sermon in italics by Getzel Davis Yom Kippur has been misunderstood to be a sad day. But really, early rabbinic texts call Yom Kippur one of the...
Boroughing: Borough Park: Intimacy and Alienation
The girls at the table across from me are sleek and blue like young police officers, brass accents flashing with every shift of the light, but their eyes do not...
Boroughing: storied pomp of bar basement pagans
the devil took him and him and me to this sea of graffitied misery where the walls are cracking under the weight of all the fists and tears, where white stripes...
Far Flung: Strangers on a Train
Rome —> Vienna. A route that promised many things—our first night train, some sacher tort on the other end, and a chance to stand outside the State Opera...
Far Flung: Turkish Delight
Two marble hands clasped in the center of the empty square. Nearby, my mother and I stood with our tour guide, observing the monument in quiet deference. No plaque...
End of the World: The Czar of Schlock Meets His End
Walter Mannhaim died yesterday in _______ of ________.” The cynical blank spaces made Walter cringe for a moment, but he hoisted up a bemused smile before reading...
Olfactory Education
My journey to Lonestar Memories was long. It all started because my relationship with my nose had haunted me for years. When I was fourteen at summer camp, a Spanish...