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The Optimism of Destruction: Demolition and the Future of the Historic City

In June, 1969 Edward Zebrowski held a massive party at Indianapolis’ Claypool Hotel.  The lavish Claypool opened in 1903, distinguished by its gargantuan lobby and opulent meeting rooms and the novel luxury of a private bath in each of… 1,300 more words


I should have stayed down; stayed where I was.

Anyone with half a brain would have stayed out of sight until it was definitely all over. 2,306 more words


Blink Of An Eye

The cottonwoods stand out now,  making the difference between the light green of the alder and billowy yellow of the cottonwood leaves obvious. We see this now as we scramble up the mossy rocks that lead to the bluffs overlooking the Stillaguamish River valley. 3,463 more words


Can We Have Our Cake without Soylent Goo?

What we are eating often remains a bit of a mystery. We may know what it says on the packaging or what it says on the menu – but when the food enters our mouth there is often a certain act of faith taking place. 2,052 more words


The Madness of Frikkie Coetzee

“It’s haunted!”

Frikkie Coetzee, that round block of muscle with the unshaved face, is arguably the most superstitious man in the Kalahari. Always gets out on the right side of the bed; avoids black cats; hates lightning and never upsets the salt at the table. 1,413 more words

Smalltown Short Stories

Yoga and Eucharist (and kisses)

I have been feeling pretty negative about bodies lately.

What I mean is that I have been visited by recurrent imaginations about how great it would be if human beings could somehow exist without physicality – without all the horribleness that comes from having all of our experiences filtered through the fragile medium of corporeality. 1,366 more words


The Scary One With That Power Tool Might Be an Angel

It’s like a little horror story that reveals a deep underlying niceness, I think drowsily. I slept little the night before and now I am looking up at a golden orb of light seen darkly through goggles, my body very still, lips stretched into the sort of grotesque shape a mime would create to depict a scream. 2,131 more words