Birthday
(Hungarian countryside, 1945)

I sit close to the bobbing, chocolate landscape of the horses’ backs, their ears little tents way up ahead. Long tails dance to the roll of haunches, one swinging just a touch faster than the other, but there are magical moments of synchrony.
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Traveling west from Kandahar City into the Zharey district in July 2008, on desert bypass “routes,” knees smashing against the metal seat of the gunner’s nest across from me, I couldn’t help but train my eyes on the kid outside who seemed to be staring back: eyes, darkened with charcoal, transfixed on our vehicles as [Read more...]

one night, i got home
and went to check my email
this was taking place back in the day when i was living on the edge, doing what they
call “online dating”
crazy, i know
no, it really was crazy
i mean
it got to the point where i was like, really?
as if i don’t meet enough psychotic people on any given day?
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The soldiers were worried that their horses might panic if the crowd was large and noisy. And so, during the rehearsal, as these magnificently groomed steeds trotted down Park Avenue, the neighbourhood children were asked to make as much noise as possible, to help the animals get used to boisterous cheers, applause and patriotic outcry. [Read more...]