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Moda Havuz: a Vignette

September 21, 2014

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Sunday morning was coming down gently as I walked my dogs up to the park at the end of Bahariye street. You know, the one that now has a mangled metal sculpture of an abstract fish? Or perhaps you know it by the local name, the Moda Havuz. Havuz means pool or fountain. Although Istanbul […]

This is not a Toilet

January 12, 2014

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( “This is not a pipe.” The Treachery of Images by Rene’ Magritte ) A block from my apartment in Kadıköy, I spied an earnest and angry banner. It was defiantly strung up over a very short street.It is a sad stroke of luck for the little street that it is so close to the famous […]

I Am Afraid We Have Awakened a Sleeping Turkey

June 7, 2013

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Young Turkish men standing on a destroyed municipality vehicle At a bus stop in Istanbul, Turkey, 12 college students with bandanas around their necks are waiting. Their blood types are written ontheir arms. They are holding supplies: toilet paper, fruit, cakes, sandwiches, sanitary napkins, etc. People pass by and chat with them. A lady slips […]

Median Income

April 2, 2013

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Median Income The angular oasis in the wet, icy sea of concrete. The hot, dusty, sticky desert of concrete. The slivers of white left by a hurried hand filling in the gray of this mega city. Misshapen islands with no taxable businesses. Dogs saunter across busy streets, and, when they sink their first paw into […]

The Slugs Among Us

October 27, 2012

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Terrestrial gastropod mollusks (slugs) are invading my garden nightly. Their slime trails ooze in capricious rivers down my garden walls, their oily glaze reflective in the sunshine. I was inspecting my newly planted grass a few days ago only to find a globular family of freaky alien eggs. A quick search on the Google revealed them to be of slug […]

A Star is Born. Then Shot. (Part 1)

June 24, 2012

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The ANZAC soldiers have big floppy hats that fall over their eyes leaving only their grimacing mouths in view. I shift my weight on the wooden planks of a horseshoe-shaped trench that gives me no avenue of escape. Even the moonless sky seals me in with backlit hay smoke. Ready! The men raise their five heavy […]

Bury Me Not

June 5, 2012

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“O bury me not on the lone prairie.” These words came low and mournfully From the pallid lips of the youth who lay On his dying bed at the close of day. My teeth sank into the medium rare pattie and the first drop of grease hit a waxpaper sheet that had been fashioned for that exact purpose and strategically placed […]