Meditate On It

A Book Review of Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World That Can’t Stop Talking, by Susan Cain I wasn’t that old when George W. Bush was first elected President, but I remember one statement clearly from the media circus: “He’s a guy you’d like to have a beer with.” This seemed to me … Continue reading Meditate On It

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What the World Needs Now

The Chinese and the Japanese are up in arms over the ownership of a few small islands. Syria is still embroiled in a bloody civil war. There’s the ongoing conflict between North and South Korea, Israel and Palestine, and more broadly, the West and the Middle East. A full-scale world war hasn’t broken out yet, … Continue reading What the World Needs Now

The Search for Meaning

I’m sitting on the patio of a recently opened indie café called, non-ironically, Hipster Coffee, in one of the few quiet parts of Busan. It’s sixty-eight degrees tonight with just few gnats flitting about. My latte sits next to my MacBook Pro (hipster, eh?), and I’ve got these awesome little noise canceling ear buds playing … Continue reading The Search for Meaning

Flash Fiction week III

I was planning to space these out more, perhaps having a Flash Fiction week here on the Nose once or twice a year. But we have a story left over from the recent flash fiction week that I really don't want to waste. So the next Flash Fiction week will be in October, from the … Continue reading Flash Fiction week III

All the Small Things

Weddings are a joyful occasion. They're a time of celebration when two people can declare to the world that yes, they would in fact like to spend the rest of their lives with each other, and they don't believe there will be any murder involved. The happy couple usually invites their family and friends to … Continue reading All the Small Things

Taming the Prose

I teach at a middle school in Korea and we’re quickly approaching midterm exams. Those three days of testing, while strenuous to my students, are quite relaxing to me since I have nothing but free time on my hands. In preparation for those days, I’ve been spending my office hours outlining the revisions I plan … Continue reading Taming the Prose

In Ashes

Leslie Gray, a stout burn unit nurse, peered through her reading glasses at a business card, then up at the thin, young man, then back to the business card which revealed the various modes of communication for one James E. Silas, Esquire. "Well, you can go in, but don't expect much." Fluorescent lights reflected off … Continue reading In Ashes

A Prayer of Gramma Dee

Gramma Dee opened her eyes. She sat up, pivoting onto the toilet next to her bed. Her jaw worked involuntarily and she let out a little groan. Still here, she thought to herself. She smiled at the bird feeder outside her window. A bird-watching bicycle tour had brought Bill to her father's farm. He slept … Continue reading A Prayer of Gramma Dee

Dissonant Love

Oh, my daughter. It hurts to see you all alone, pottering around that big empty house filled with photos of happier times--posing with your husband, may he rest in peace, or with your children, who have long since moved out with families of their own. As a mother, my heart aches for you. I know … Continue reading Dissonant Love

Poetic Justice?

It was 4:30 a.m. in San Francisco. Lenny had been working all night on the layouts for today's big, make-it-or-break-it meeting. Finally satisfied, he shut down his computer. In Tel Aviv Mischa was doing what she always did before a presentation. Going over her notes for the umpteenth time and rehearsing in front of a … Continue reading Poetic Justice?