Category: Little Epiphanies – Audio
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Plastic Wrapped (premium)
Audio Members, listen here: They wrapped me in cellophane and set me in the middle of the plaza where I waited while the sun and rain eroded me and pigeons defecated on my head. People asked me what was I waiting for. Through the plastic I shouted that I needed someone to release me. Their…
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The Mighty River (premium)
Audio Members, listen here: It is a wonder in this world of satellites and adventurers probing every last corner of the planet that the upper stretches of the Zagayón River remain as remote and mysterious as ever. Even today, the most detailed and reliable reports come from the logs of the first — and let…
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The City and the Flowers (premium)
Audio Members, listen here: I arrived in Buenos Aires 32 years ago this week. Then, as now, it was the run up to Spring. The cool air of Winter was cut by warm shoots of light that made walking her streets like pushing through the folds of night and day. Flower sellers hawked little bouquets…
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Refuge in Other People’s Homes (premium)
Listen here: On a street in the neighborhood the other day, a car appeared without wheels, without engine, without windows, without seats. A mere car carcass. Someone had bothered to cart it there but its utility – beyond wishful thinking – was hard to see. You had to be really desperate or really imaginative to…
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Flying on a Broken Wing (premium)
Audio Members can listen here: She was a beautiful child born the day the river Shannon overflowedA body of water that could not be containedwas her nameHer beautylike Venuswas more poignantfor a missing wingHer burden was to be born into a world of silence deeply veined by things unsaidShe danced She drank She laughed She…
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Skipping Beneath the Night Sky (premium)
Audio Members, Listen here: She skips down the alley willy-nilly, dodging potholes and puddles. Her footsteps echo between the concrete walls and rolling metal security shutters. In the circle of light cast by a streetlamp, she leaps suddenly into the air and twirls, arms joyously flailing. Her chin is raised up and she smiles to…
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Dos Negronis at La Biela (premium)
I don’t usually leave bars dancing in the streets. But then again, these are not usual times. Perhaps it was my afternoon ballet class and the glee of my exhausted, pulsing muscles. Perhaps it was the waiter at La Biela who hung around our table and wanted to chat. Or the way he lulled me…
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Nurture (premium)
Let me read it to you (premium members only): By Kevin Carrel Footer It is winter in Buenos Aires. Sniffles and puffer jackets are out in force. Laborers coming in from distant settlements on commutes that started long before dawn stomp the ground waiting for their next bus, the fake fur of their parka hoods…