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Dear Readers, I am very proud to announce that The Thing Itself will hold its first open mic reading on November 16th at The Twig Bookshop. This event will be from 5-7, and I expect a great turnout. We at
Pink combs, red nail polish, the smell of fabric softener. I sat there on a white lounge chair, combing through my mother’s hair, as she sat at my feet on the deck below me. She was dozing off; her head
Hay muchos recuerdos que tenemos de nuestra niñez; mi primera memoria es de una mano gentil y cariñosa pero aun dura y “callosienta,” la mano lentamente me acariciaba al dormir. Entre las caricias de amor y de ternura sentí un
A pile of leaves blew into the street. An elderly lady stepped off the curb and swept them into another pile. A car passed, swerving towards the center of the road, so as not to hit her. She continued sweeping.
En las sagradas escrituras San Pablo escribió el siguiente verso: “Cuando yo era niño, hablaba como niño, pensaba como niño, razonaba como niño; pero cuando llegué a ser hombre, dejé las cosas de niño”. (1 Corintios 13:11) Pero las cosas
Phil Rags walked to the broom closet, stepping on a thickly chewed wad of gum as he made his way through the empty school. “Damn,” he said, peeling off the Double Mint gum on his shoe and sticking it behind
Paris changes you. It changes you from inside out: you start looking at your life in a different way, you are thinking about your past with less regret, you are waiting for your future with more anticipation, you are living