Volume 1, Issue 3 & 4 - Diverse Voices Quarterly

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THE TIME TRAVELER EXPLAINS I wonder if I should tell her this. from The Time Traveler’s Wife When I go, it’s sort of a rush, and I lose track of time and space. All the time that you spent in such agony, just wasting away, begging your lover to stay, is time better spent. You should know, even though you’re seeing me fade, I don’t know how far I will go… I can live by feeling your touch, the brush of your hand on my face; with only the dark between us, your fingers reaching for a trace of the me that the darkness erased— the me who you lost long ago would not leave you, not for a day, but I don’t know when I will go… I know that a note isn’t much— believe me, I wish I’d remained there, holding you in flesh and blood— but here I am, in the same place, only I think I am a year late or twenty for all that I know. I could not expect you to wait, not knowing how far I would go. Maybe I’ll go back to that day and refrain from saying “Hello.” If I can only keep you safe, you don’t know how far I will go. —Jomar Daniel Isip Diverse Voices Quarterly, Vol. 1, Issue 3 & 4 76
COMFORT IN FICTION Diverse Voices Quarterly, Vol. 1, Issue 3 & 4 77 by Angela M. Graziano Back in January I underwent electroshock therapy. But, in truth, I sort of saw the whole thing coming. Even back from the early days spent in Jay Cee’s office, before I began to feel as though I were trapped beneath a bell jar, struggling for breath. Some stories are just set up that way. Shortly after that whole episode, I decided I was in need of a change of scenery. So I took a quick trip to India to find my spirituality (just after a jaunt to Italy, of course). And I have to say, with the way things have been for me lately—tossing and turning at night while I panic about unpaid bills, spending endless hours searching the Web for new job postings—I didn’t think I’d really be able to commit to the trip. But once there, I found I was more relaxed than I’d been in months. And so, before I returned to my day-to-day stresses, I figured, what the hell, got on another plane, and headed to Bali, where I fell in love. Or so I thought. Because just days after I returned from my Balinese trip, I really fell in love. Hard. With a vampire. A teenage vampire no less. To answer your next question: yes, I was indeed embarrassed to later admit this love affair to my friends. And in response to your final question: yes, I did learn that many of my friends had engaged in the same love affair too. I suppose I’ve been fortunate lately to be embarking on so many adventures, seeing as things have been, well, pretty rough. It all started last year, when, after months of hard work and sacrifice, I finally earned a master’s degree. In the midst of the high produced by my new degree, I decided to take a career risk and willingly tossed myself (and my paycheck) back to the bottom rung of my field. In the long run, I told myself, this career change would make me happy, and so I decided to tough it out. In about a year, I said, I would look for a higher-up (and higher-paying) position. I am now approaching the one-year mark, and the only thing I can report with certainty is that there are no new higher-up jobs. In fact, there aren’t really any jobs at all. Which, in turn, means there isn’t much extra money occupying my wallet these days.
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CONTRIBUTOR NOTES Maia Akiva is a s
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TABLE OF CONTENTS “The Kitchen on
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“Skin Vessel 2” Carmen Teixdor
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CHEROKEE That little smart-eyed boy
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COKED-UP HOOKER Like a coked-up hoo
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STAINED GLASS SISTER It’s as if S
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Page 31 and 32: RETREAT, RETREAT The cold rain thre
Page 33 and 34: EMPTINESS… Emptiness, consisting
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Page 39 and 40: WHY I LOVE LINDA JEAN Diverse Voice
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Page 43 and 44: Glowing Rainbow —Debi Blankenship
Page 45 and 46: STAINS The whole long day’s a tat
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Page 81 and 82: CLASS REUNION So what if my stomach
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