Author: Ben East
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A Literary Prize
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The small gods visit us softly. So soft, sometimes, it’s possible we miss their presence altogether. Two weeks passed before I noted the happy trespass of one such deity through my recent gloom. The first inkling appeared last week, good news arriving to my in-box from another writer, a former professor, writing mentor, and current…
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Message in a Bulb
I concocted a great mystery around the assumption that café lights are fragile things. In this myth, a neighborhood squirrel named Future Pelt deviled me with his mischief, leaving a riddle on my flagstone patio: the socket and intact bulb from the lights dangling overhead. The mystery goes back several weeks, when Future Pelt first…
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Mumbai (Slight Return)
This week I spent a few days in an old haunt. Strange, wonderful, electric Maximum City, arriving here six years ago I boarded a train with my wife and sons destined for Mumbai’s iconic Victoria Terminus and, from there, the Gateway of India. Strange city then, you hustled us into the railcar, we all full…
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Toots Town
Somewhere inside the school a child navigates a clarinet lesson, Winnie the Pooh notes reaching us, quaint and delightful and timeless.
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Hope, Actually
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Shouldn’t we rate ourselves on how our daily grind makes this world a better place?
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