The only thing I couldn’t leave New York without seeing was the World Trade Center Memorial. It’s worth the trip, for that alone. Never have I felt such heartache as I did in that moment. The grief living in those gaping holes is profound. It’s staggering. It will bring you to your knees. It did …
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The Northridge Review is shifting to an online literary magazine. We are accepting work from writers across all genres, fields, what have you. I'm the Prose Editor for the Spring Edition, and I'd love to see your stuff. Send me your weird, eclectic, unconventional writings. Make my skin crawl. Give me nightmares. Or, just tell …
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There's a little sidestreet you can take that leads into an alternative dimension. A place that hasn't yet caught up with the rest of the world, or perhaps, that the world hasn't yet caught up with. A shanty-town village of rusting desert treasures and rusting desert people. It's called Sky Village Swap Meet, and it …
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The GPS read a 15 mile distance. 45 minutes. In Alaska, there's no such thing as a quick trip anywhere unless you're talking the quick trip I took over my unlaced boots. We'd driven this road eight or nine times in the last two days and my brother was growing tired of me pulling onto …
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So I'm starting a new project. I am so very tired of all the negativity of this world--of the politically charged anger and hatred being preached from varying outlets. I have decided to do something about it. This blog is all about love. It is all about connectivity; about travelling far beyond the scope of …
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I'm sitting on the mountaintop, my chest heaving with the exertion, my dog half dead beside me, poor thing, I forgot she had such tiny little legs compared to mine. She doesn't seem to mind, though. She crawls up onto my lap and licks at the tender skin that lines my wrist, her tongue crossing …
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When I lean down to smell the wild flowers, their dew soaked petals, soft like velvet, brush up against my lips. It is the sweetest, most fragrant kiss I've ever felt. When I reach out to tangle my fingers in the long grasses of the fields, their blade like leaves cling to my skin. …
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So I went to a march last Sunday. A peaceful protest. A communal sign of support. Let's just call it a love walk; I'm running out of synonyms. It was at our local Islamic Community Center, a mosque with golden spires that, at the onset, appears out of place in that little residential community. But …
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The Wild Heart of Life 