ECLECTICA Nonfiction - Apr/May 2010
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Apr/May 2010

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The Files of the Living
 
Sometimes I am distracted by noises from the clinic—a child's shout, laughter, the insistent rhythm of my father's voice—and I lose myself in medical history, my father's chickenscratch hand recording all the suffering of the world.
 
Michael Copperman

 

Eulogy
 
When she was really sick and didn't have the strength to walk, my grandma's daddy would carry his wife in his rough farmer's arms from the automobile to the movie theater, and my grandma would run ahead to hold the doors open for them.
 
Rebecca Peterson

 

Pulse
 
There's a faint but distinct tang of feces wafting up from the floor. This was my first clue that he was really gone.
 
R.A. Costello

 

Orgones, Jazz and General Motors: Young, free And Easy in Motor City
 
Young men then felt themselves free to take their time and roam about and enjoy their eligibility. They could postpone matrimony. Years of carefree bachelorhood were theirs until they ran the clock right up to the shocking age of 30! After that, they too were likely to face suspicion, made to worry about their solidity.
 
Julia Braun Kessler

 

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