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Keywords: Kisses

  • ARTS AND CULTURE

    Love with an open hand

    • Various
    • 13 March 2012

    When I'm with you, I take off my rings, unlatch my watch and untie my hair. And it's so quiet, so so quiet, like a film without a soundtrack.

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  • ARTS AND CULTURE

    Abominable blood ties

    • Various
    • 07 February 2012
    1 Comment

    My crumpled iris-rim lip is her lip; the fine spoked wheel beneath my grimacing eye has etched itself deep with years upon her face. The wet red meat of my viscera is made of her, a shy-hood I cannot take off ... Why are you doing this to me?

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  • AUSTRALIA

    When my kids believed in Santa and God

    • Catherine Marshall
    • 22 December 2011
    5 Comments

    My daughter, at seven, imagines a Barbie doll that does not exist, one that has 'a very cool gun and real lipstick'. My son, at five, asks for 'a Jeep, a hot air balloon and real false teeth'. These preserved Christmas lists record my children's growth more accurately than their physical measurements.

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  • ARTS AND CULTURE

    The coarse brass voice of the Vespa

    • Various
    • 11 April 2011
    2 Comments

    Hushed joggers puff their discretion, German ladies impose their Kaiser bulk onto the graceful belligerence that is Tai Chi, a Vespa falters for an instant. An early promenade.

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  • ARTS AND CULTURE

    The big gift of small problems

    • Brian Doyle
    • 19 January 2010
    3 Comments

    The blizzards of bills, the surly son, the dismissive daughter, the shabby house, the battered car, the shivering pains, the dark thread of fear that I might not have been a good dad, the feeling sometimes that maybe there was a better husband for my wife ...

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  • ARTS AND CULTURE

    Best of 2009: When Leonard Cohen prays

    • Tim Kroenert
    • 07 January 2010
    1 Comment

    The world of pop music is dominated by prettiness and skin-deep perfection. In that context, Cohen's greatness is not instantly discernable. Lately a Buddhist, he has spent his latter years in study of religion — 'But cheerfulness keeps breaking through.' February 2009

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  • ARTS AND CULTURE

    Kisses of life and death

    • Ian C. Smith
    • 06 October 2009
    1 Comment

    The kiss of peace in the Eucharist .. Judas' kiss of death, CPR's of life .. Georgie Porgie's, spin the bottle's .. the kiss of a rolling billiard ball .. Gene Simmons' great tongue Kiss

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  • ARTS AND CULTURE

    Ghosts of sisters present

    • Prue Gibson
    • 29 July 2009
    1 Comment

    When we were small, my sister and I used to wake from the same nightmare. As adults, we draw a feeling of wellbeing from our connection, but there are pitfalls — husbands can get jealous and siblings can take offence. It is the hazard of exclusion.

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  • ARTS AND CULTURE

    When Leonard Cohen prays

    • Tim Kroenert
    • 13 February 2009
    13 Comments

    The world of pop music is dominated by prettiness and skin-deep perfection. In that context, Cohen's greatness is not instantly discernable. Lately a Buddhist, he has spent his latter years in study of religion — 'But cheerfulness keeps breaking through.'

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  • ARTS AND CULTURE

    A taste for sainted meat

    • Grant Fraser
    • 02 September 2008
    2 Comments

    'Have you tried fruit?' said Francis .. 'Nothing to it that crackles and tears in the jaw!' said the head wolf. 'I will bake you bread' said the Saint .. 'It is nothing but air warmed and crusted, Entirely wrong for wolves.' And the thronged wolves .. Began to close

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  • ARTS AND CULTURE

    The dialect of dream

    • Shane McCauley
    • 12 December 2007

    Enough will be there if you can learn the language of fragments.

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  • ARTS AND CULTURE

    A short note on secrets

    • Brian Doyle
    • 13 June 2007
    5 Comments

    Women and secrets led me to murky confusion where I have lived ever since. The first girl I ever kissed swore me to secrecy, but we were fourteen years old then and I didn’t actually have anyone to tell the secret to, since my brothers and friends would have fallen down laughing at the very idea that a girl had kissed me.

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