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Invisible stains of sadness:

Original by Ronit Yedaya, translation by Yaron Regev Before I’d lock the door behind me, I’d open the taps and squeeze spools of scented liquids from the myriad of bottles. The water that would fill the oval tub would cascade … Continue reading

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A Small Japanese Garden

Original by Ronit Yedaya, translation by Yaron Regev On Friday mornings I place all the plants in my bathtub so I can water and wash them. Once a week, I spoil them with a bath. But, and I closely supervise … Continue reading

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Hurting in the Dog

It’s not the big things you miss when someone you love dies. It’s not the days out at the theme park or the holidays to the beach. It’s the mundane: safe cuddles, shared giggles, television shows you’d watch together. Like … Continue reading

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I Go Back There All the Time

There’s a place where I was brave and he wasn’t: the walking bridge over 490 by a store called Useless Objects. When his eyes would fully open, pulling in light and wind from rushing cars below, I’d light up too. … Continue reading

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Blood and Ashes

The ashes were waiting. The children, adults now, were hanging out in front, smoking, near the Holt & Sons Funeral Home sign. Dani, off to the side, leaned against a pillar toking on a joint. As she held the smoke … Continue reading

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Fado

Lisbon, the old quarter. We were a steep climb above the city, staying in a family-run hotel in a cobbled square with jacaranda trees and yellow wagtails. Jill was at a conference at the university and I’d tagged along for … Continue reading

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A Birthday Party off Tambun Road

The midday heat compounded her headache, but she had to keep going. The wide expanse of water in the Penang Strait on her left reflected off the windows and bonnet and she squinted as her car crawled on the bridge. … Continue reading

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