Rumor was that Karen got run out of her wealthy, mostly white neighborhood. Something about all that (black) traffic coming to her door. When I went to see her, narrowly a second had elapsed before I heard the frantic rustling and flapping of wings, saw black birds, as if startled by my presence, flying away from her as if she were a human scarecrow. But I did not actually see the birds. Nor did I actually hear those we-must-fly-away-now sounds. I sensed them. In that moment, sitting across from Karen, whose head was tilted, eyes closed in meditation, hands shuffling her beloved tarot cards, I was confounded as to who was the real witch, her or me.
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for community service at the morgue. Question: Can you blame her?
Too bad, Lindsay, Judge Stephanie Sautner must have a taken a literal reading of Proverbs 21:16: “The man that wandereth out of the way of understanding shall remain in the congregation of the dead.” But looking for life among the dead? Seriously judge, can the dead breathe life into the dead? Unless the prophet Ezekiel, himself, is the coroner prophesying, “Behold, I will cause breath to enter into you, and ye shall live,” what is the point of banishing the walking dead to the valley of dry bones?
Once upon a time, a certain pretty girl with good teeth, swathed in the warm and glowing aura of celebrity, bore the slap heard around the world. There was righteous sympathy for her and equally righteous disdain for her attacker. But what if she had been a bad girl, but perfectly good at it? What if her eyes had been brown and not green, skin blacker, teeth the color of or worry?
There is a road like a large footpath between lush, whispering trees. A road of blood-orange dirt, a hardened mound lifted like a freshly dug grave. Down this road lives a whore. She was not always a whore. Our true selves are always god-like and artistic. She wanted to sing, too—sang in the church as a child all the time. Grew up in the church. But that was a long time ago. Times are bad. The wages of cooking and cleaning for whites could pay her fare North to a life as a nightclub singer, but how long could that take?
Jeremy Kyle, British radio and television presenter, best known for his wildly popular British daytime television talk show on ITV, The Jeremy Kyle Show, has descended on Ameriker. Diaper loaded. Kyle now hosts the American version of the show by the same name that premiered September 19, 2011. While I would like to say “Welcome to the States, old mate, old chap,” in good conscience, I cannot.