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January 17th, 2014 | 9:00am

(translated from the Polish by Antonia Lloyd-Jones)

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SWEDEN

WINTER LIGHT

CITY

[A priest from Kalmar...]

 

January 15th, 2014 | 9:00am

Often, Jim left for work at 5:30 am. I’d hear the old Volvo growl to life, struggle into the snowy lane, and twitter and squeal as it slowly picked up speed on the icy street going away.

Jim and Bridgette and their kids live in the other half of the rental house we both share.  We have two incomes and two cars; they have one income and one car. We have one child (age 2); they have six (ages 7 – 21), who are of three fathers and two mothers, but only the youngest two children (who have different biological fathers) have consistently lived here.

January 14th, 2014 | 9:00am


Yvonne Adhiambo Owuor is the recipient of the 2003 Caine Prize for African Writing for her story "Weight of Whispers." She is the author of the forthcoming novel, Dust (Knopf, January 2014), an excerpt of which was published in Issue No. 06 of The Common. While in South Africa Zinzi Clemmons talked with Kenyan-based Owuor about "deadlines as flexible soul mates," lessons in artistic humility, consulting "the passing herdsmen" on the art of reading the landscape, and the up-and-coming literary world of Kenya.

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January 13th, 2014 | 9:00am

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Ground fog hovers out the back kitchen window, warm air over snow. We set out to walk before coffee. From the home of dear friends, we make our way down the dead-end road to the muddy grass path that leads us to the turn (right) down the rough-cleared way (duck under the fallen tree) to the fields owned by the nearby church and leased to the farmers. In a pair of borrowed rain boots and hooded sweatshirt (in late December), I feel a warm sweat rising.