SPR MI Michelle Ma We receive the truth, only to crucify it, belittle it, deprive it of all light, we light it on fire… We wrap ash in gold leaf, call it wisdom, and hand it down like inheritance. But the truth never survives embalming. It resists our altars…
SOC HUM ECO SPT MDA MI Michelle Ma The Speech(short story) The boss leaned against the folding table with a paper cup of punch in his hand and watched the old machinist stare at the sheet of…
MDA LIF SOC MI Michelle Ma The Heir Theodor von Linden busied himself with reading Proust, his favorite maid the one whom he had kissed and even made love with when no one was…
SPR MI Michelle Ma Waves(Story of a Robot) The washing of dishes possessed for Mrs. Sato a dignity that modern life had forgotten. She believed cleanliness belonged not to hygiene…
LIF AI MI Michelle Ma The Ex-Girlfriend When I was 16 I took a girl named Eileen Growler on a few dates, she told me I had been her first. But I was confused by that statement…
ART MDA AI LIF SPR MI Michelle Ma Why Medea Still Disturbs Christians I’m reading “Medea” by Euripides and I’m struck by its stark and headstrong lyrical beauty. It is like finding a painting long buried in…
TCH LIF MI Michelle Ma Trauma of a Bull I was a young, soft bull when I met him, my owner with the mustache and the cowboy hat. He noticed I was unusually gentle, always waiting…