Hubris
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Permanently Smitten: Love
“Over the years, she and I have evolved a bilingual departure ceremony: as I kiss her goodbye, I say, ‘Juice’ (an anglicized variation on the German Tschüs or ‘bye’), and she says, ‘Luba du,’ or, ‘Lova…
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The Poetry of Adrienne Burris
“I want to tell both wolves that one year ago,/my brother died in the middle of the night./Died suddenly and alone, so this freefall, over/the edge with breath-catching, body strapped/floating over steel beams,…
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The Sifnos Monster
“Stellios, owner of the local ice-cream shop as well as the only Greek taverna in Iceland, poked fun and teased us about the Sifnos Monster, but it became apparent that it was bothering…
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Desperately Seeking Ketamine No Longer
“The music hits me, while on ketamine, in ways I cannot predict, nor handle in the moment. Sometimes, for me, any input at all, and perhaps especially music, is too powerful a stimulus.…
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Santorini Felines
Out of Santorini By Doris Athanassakis Editor’s Note: This portfolio of eleven Black & White images comprised the second collection of work by photographer Doris Athanassakis at Hubris, and first appeared here in May of…
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“That Tail is So Damn Fluffy!”
“Generally speaking, women seem to respond favorably to my drawings of their gender, as long as they believe it is a drawing of someone else and not of them. The one time I…
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My Two-Eclipse Summer
“There we were, a bunch of strangers in a random field, all facing the same direction as if we were sitting on the beach. But our heads were tipped back and we were…
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A Study in Rebellion: Antigone
“Antigone was a favorite play of ancient philosophers because it promotes debate (e.g. what is law, is Antigone as guilty of arrogant dogmatism as Creon, and how shall we think about the powerless?),…
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Thoughts on Self & War
“I know the terror of being torn away from people and places I love, time and again, and the anguish, shame and self-alienation that come from injuring others. Though I moved to Greece…
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Everything’s Ablaze, Always & Forever
“I’ll cut to the chase. The gist of Becker’s short essay is contained within the latter half of a single paragraph: ‘All human systems are enormous trash fires. Every single one, no matter…