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OGBOGU DE HAIROUN

The stench of burning flesh made Ogbogu de Hairoun’s eyes water – salty, stinging tears of loss and terror. It took every last shred of willpower to not make a sound, to lie still amongst the carnage, to not jump up and reveal himself only to fall in a flurry of arrows and iron. To

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Pumpkin Seeds: 11/10/03

1. Finished The Glass Mountain on Friday. Rydill’s hit another home run with this one. Where Children of the Shaman was a line drive over the left field fence, Mountain‘s more of a moonshot into the farthest reaches of McCovey Cove! Totally worth the lopsided exchange rate of the pound:dollar. 2. NaNoWriMo is kicking my

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LADY BLUDWERTH

In the ten winters since she’d come to this unbearably hot island, Lady Bludwerth found herself longing for the travails of her homeland more and more often. The fact that “winters” was a definition of time that had little meaning here was only a small part of the reason. That there was a virtue in

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MATEO DE ORIKENO

Mateo de Orikeno’s tall, slender body hovers several hands above the smoothly-packed dirt floor, hazel eyes focused on the pulsing ball of light in his right hand as he tells the tale. “The chief of the land of the dead thought it over for a long time,” he says. The ball of light, an effervescent

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Teaching in the Bronx, but no MFA!

Had the pleasure of doing a reading/Q&A at the Riverdale Neighborhood House last night for a group of teens from a workshop run by Corie Feiner (fka Corie Herman) as part of a residency she’s had since 2000, thanks to Poets & Writers. One of the coolest gigs I could imagine, teaching kids writing in

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Everyone’s waiting for someone else to stand up…

I can’t believe how pissed I am over this whole political thing! Like throw-your-hands-in-the-air kind of fed up and I can’t get it off my mind! While I can understand the apathy to some degree, I can’t understand how people don’t see that apathy is the very reason nothing will change. It’s like everyone’s waiting

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WARNING: Today this journal lives up to its name. Grrr… Democracy is a device that ensures we shall be governed no better than we deserve. -George Bernard Shaw So Proposal #3 was soundly defeated yesterday, 70-30%, and all 49 of the City Council incumbents were re-elected, most facing token opposition at best, leaving Democrats jumping

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Rock the Vote Debate

After a promising start, the Rock the Vote debate petered out into yet another convoluted forum where, not unlike slam, cliched soundbites won out over depth and I suspect anybody that is even moderately aware of the candidates walked away not really hearing anything new and, more unfortunately, not seeing enough to sway them in,

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Rolling Stone on Kucinich

From the “Maybe there’s hope” file, there’s a great Kucinich profile/interview in the latest Rolling Stone: Your candidacy seems to be built on the idea that the people are looking for another New Deal-type program. But the New Deal didn’t happen until the country was mired in a depression. Do you think things have really

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From the “No wonder people don’t bother” file: Went to vote this morning and realized that it’s the first time I’m voting IN New York City. I’ve voted absentee while in the Army, in New Jersey while living there, and even in Virginia last year, where I was impressed by their hi-tech setup. My polling

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