My Nonfictional Story About a Role Space Has Played in My Life

A mixed drink bubbling with a light green garnish in golden liquid and light — almost making it glow — sitting on a golden wooden board, elevated on a bartender’s counter but all else is dark around it except the silhouettes and shadows of liquor bottles.
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It was called “The Library”. It was a small upstairs bar with no windows but brightly lit like a friendlier version of a would-be cigar lounge for men if it weren’t for the allover more golden-colored wood-paneling and airy spaces with no obvious nooks for private men-talk. …

Experiencing death and marking the loss

A side-view of a little girl, barely the height of the windowsill, wearing a pink dress holding out a string of pearls as if determining to put them around her neck. Her hair short and wavy but maturely coiffed like a woman’s but with a barrette. A representative photo of a girl growing up too fast against more idealistic fashion.
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She said that she didn’t ever want to be pregnant because she concluded that having children must be a nuisance, and there was this particular term that she used to announce this in her native language that further translates into ‘inconvenience’. She said that her mother told her that there…

My Experience Coming Back to Something

Dusky view of a wet path reflecting the surrounding trees and a person at the far end as if walking or heading towards the far lake in the distance. The more sepia ambiance makes it like a metaphor for looking soberly back into something in my re-examination of the flaws in my national identity from the events in 2020 and since.
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The rite of passage for any American-born teen growing up schooled of the abomination of the Holocaust, significantly influenced by the celebrity and cultural trendsetters propagated in music, TV, and cinema of the 80’s and 90’s, besides the eccentricities of family and parental naturalization, was my already assumed privileged struggle…

Poesy

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What we believed so strongly as children was based on such a narrow and naïve worldview. Everything was understood as some intangible truth but genuine, like an incomprehensible but attractive apparition — with wings! A fictional character shared from cartoons and movies which made them real, just not visible in…

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