Issue 2
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Like a birthday party, a memorial celebrates a life.
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We pop into life the way particles pop in and out of the continuum. We are a seething mass of probability. And probably I love you. The evil of larvae and the evil of stars are a formula for the future. Some bodies can thrust their arms into a flame and be instantly cured of…
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Now. I’m an instant photograph. I’m an undeveloped Polaroid, seeking light to provoke my emulsion. Layers of amnesia. Retrograde. Antegrade. Layers of pieces of myself, diffusing into the painstakingly, slowly developing images. Pieces of whoever I am. Whoever I was. I’m not (not really) an amnesiac. I, Michelle Kathleen O’Kane, etc., etc., etc., am a…
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When the Casseroles Stop: Grief After Everyone Moves On
Like a birthday party, a memorial celebrates a life.
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I Am Iron Woman
Here is what is this about. I don’t know what I’m about. Funny. People look at me funnily. I’m not sure why, but I’m pretty…
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About Time
Now. I’m a writer. With published books. My published books are romance novels. Now I write my memories. My memories are rarely the same story…
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Thunder!
In 2024 I was a guest of Parkland Health’s Hospital. (19 days! Fun trip!) When I was on my last few days there, and was…
