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November 2023
Hundreds of Ways to Get Through the Day
A new essay from Arle Bielanko's 'Letter to You'.
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Serge Bielanko
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Kid Breath Blues
I have no definite talent or trade, and how I stay alive is largely a matter of magic. -Charles Bukowski The passing years have left me with more…
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Serge Bielanko
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Running for My Life Tonight
As the years pass, I am coming more and more to understand that it is the common, everyday blessings of our common everyday lives for which we should be…
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Serge Bielanko
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Caught in the Attacks
Men rise from one ambition to another: first, they seek to secure themselves against attack, and then they attack others. - Niccolo Machiavelli The…
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Serge Bielanko
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October 2023
In the Streetlight Under the Monkey Ball Tree: Mini-Essays about Halloween
Fear as a Tonic for Madness Somewhere deep within some of us there are things we mustn’t speak of. Notions, perhaps we might call them. Others: they…
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Serge Bielanko
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Night Bird
Night birds come and go without sound. That’s why no one knows about them. The sky being dark, they move unseen, undetected. Unknown. Of course, the…
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Serge Bielanko
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Kid in Philly
People sacrifice the present for the future. But life is available only in the present. That is why we should walk in such a way that every step can…
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Serge Bielanko
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Pink Wasp
Beginning today, treat everyone you meet as if they were going to be dead by midnight. Extend to them all the care, kindness and understanding you can…
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Serge Bielanko
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September 2023
The God of Ice Cream: Mini Essays about Overeating
It's not all bad. Heightened self-consciousness, apartness, an inability to join in, physical shame and self-loathing—they are not all bad. Those devils…
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Serge Bielanko
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Three Rainbows on a Stringer
Early on, in the first years of the unfolding 1980’s, when my world was simple and plain and lean, I recall walking up on this older guy at the edge of…
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Serge Bielanko
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Atlantic City
But the worst enemy you can meet will always be yourself; you lie in wait for yourself in caverns and forests. Lonely one, you are going the way to…
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