A burgeoning theatre scene exposes the possibilities and complications of the new Detroit.
“All people are children of Syria. We are open here.”
How Flushing’s settlers planted seeds for our religious freedom.
“She had removed her jeans and was playing with the hem of her T-shirt.”
“It was here I believed I would finally find Pablo Neruda.”
“The Santa assignment is the best-paid student work.”
“I breathed the air, as a place and its people became ghosts.”
“I was walking home through Clinton Hill when I met a wizard.”
“I have plenty of relatives in the spirit world. The room should have been packed with them. Shouldn’t my medium know that already?”
“I remember reading E.B. White before the planes hit: ‘All dwellers in cities must live with the stubborn fact of annihilation.’”
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