Tag Archives: Rachel Wooley

Lonesome No More!

Your dog scratches at the door. He’s the tiny, silly type that makes people assume you’re doing your girlfriend a favor when you take him out for a walk. You’re not. You figure, in the city, a small dog will … Continue reading

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Blending Geographies

A woman with features he recognizes – too-big eyes, square jaw – sits down at a café table across the room, though the woman he knows is 650 miles away. His mind sometimes combines “here” and “there” like switching between … Continue reading

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Mon Cœur N’est Pas Sacré

The marble dome of the Sacré-Cœur echoes with the hushed voices of tourists ignoring the multilingual “no photography” signs. I pass machines that press two-euro coins into commemorative souvenirs; they line up like docents in the colored glow of stained … Continue reading

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