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Love

The Heron and the Lamprey

The New York Review of Books has just reissued The Interior Landscape: Classical Tamil Love Poems, one of the most abidingly beautiful of artifacts to come out of Hyde Park in Chicago.

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| Fall, 2013
marriagemanwoman

The very idea of calling a loving couple’s consensual sexual acts immoral had always been alien to my sensibilities. Precisely for this reason, I could no more positively reject the idea than accept it. I could only, as it were, stare blankly at it.

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| Fall, 2013
marriageconvenience2

Obligation is the sole reason to play a game that you know you will lose. While spending my first Christmas at my new boyfriend’s mom’s house, the smarty pants college educator got out her favorite game, Scrabble. His entire family …

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| Fall, 2013
Resonanzgeflecht-1//digitaler C-Print//73 cm x 86 cm

I remember walking on the white slabs of cement in the breezeway between our kindergarten and elementary school when I was five, and some older kid telling me that my friend Tom’s parents had split up. After that—basically after learning …

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| Fall, 2013
aubry690320

Often at night I dream that I’ve found some dangerous object lying on the floor and swallowed it. I sit up, coughing violently, trying to force it back out. I turn to my wife and tell her that I’ve ingested …

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| Fall, 2013
Activists Rally In Favor Of Same Sex Marriage In Chicago

The utopian imagination must be directed inward, from which point it can radiate out to the neighbor, the spouse, the neighborhood, the city, the country and the world.

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bachelorseancatherine

I am a person with a brain and I watch The Bachelor. And not just as a joke. Sure, a part of me will always be that pajama pants-ed person snacking away on olives and soft cheeses while snarkily jeering and judging. …

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| Winter, 2010
PUA

I first turned to the pickup artists after losing in love. Or, to be precise, winning—and then losing. Rachel and I had followed each other silently around our university’s campus in the way that only a university campus allows. We …

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