There Is No Long Distance Now
very short stories
Somebody needs to be punished
Are we friends?
Allied with green
His own voice
Thoreau is my partner
I don't want to talk about it
We like you for your flaws
Play me a tune
Second thoughts are the only thoughts I have
Mary Alvarez is ninety today
See how this thing goes
See you in Ireland
Something he left me
There is no long distance now
My boyfriend, John Mayer
Where we come from
Will you hold my bullet, please?
Children's stories, American
In these forty life-altering, life-affirming, and extremely short short stories, the award-winning poet Naomi Shihab Nye proposes that no matter how great the divide between friends, siblings, life and death, classmates, enemies, happiness and misery, war and peace, breakfast and lunch, parent an... Read More »
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The pious confidence of people who think they know “the truth” repels her. If only one could slap them with mysteries. . . .
He likes the way he looks at the world when he is on duty. Life seems more manageable. No, he can’t solve global warming, emission overload, cancer. Yes, he can make sure the Frito bags from last night’s cheerleading rally in the parking lot are removed.
She was thinking about prejudice, how it might begin so simply -- _they come from elsewhere, they don’t look the way I do_. Why did people want to match?
His parents had divorced when he was in middle school, and it wasn’t so horrible. In fact, it was easier dealing with only one of them at a time.
He could interpret his dad. And his mom, too. No prizes were given for this talent. No one sent you a scholarship because you had managed to negotiate the various depressions of two parents without being bumped too far off course yourself.
Be in love with everyone you see. The heart is a bucket without a lid. Maybe he read it in a play. But it seemed to work.
There was almost no way to escape having Mr. Ray, unless you had an allergy to frogs. Tall and bald, with one of those protruding stomachs on an otherwise beanpole frame, he had, by the fourth day of class, succeeded in hypnotizing even the most avid academics into a biological stupor.
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