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In the first of his column for Litro, debut author Polis Loui
“I’m not an actress. Hello out there—” rapping my knuckles on my head “—anybody listening? I dropped out of acting school. Can you hear me?”
A personal essay on the love of dogs, horses, birds, goats, dogs … and of all animals.
Any time I found trouble as a teenager, which happened frequently, my mother warned me that I would wind up like her older sister, my Aunt Beverly.
Memories make us…
The role of the bicycle in personal and political change.
What struck me was not the general theatrics of the whole thing but Trump’s phrase, the words ‘believe me’.
Ask someone this question and the first answer is usually no. Then a pause, a reconsideration. The second answer, usually, is yes.
Have you ever seen a ghost?
You are more than your shoes. So is she. Which means you’re similar, which means you’re basic.
Ever since I wanted to live in London, I wanted to live in Notting Hill. Now, I’m not quite sure why the area has such an appeal.
So I sit here, on my log, watching the changes with a sinking heart.