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I Don’t Know Your Life

Posted on January 26, 2015 by Michael Procopio

At the time, I took it for what it was– a punchline. I found the story funny and yet I resented it to some degree because it made me hungry for something I didn’t have– a bucket of crispy, salty, golden fried chicken– and more disappointed in the steaming pot of hen flesh in front of me that seemed to fall apart in my hand. Continue reading →

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Summer in Morocco or, Bastilla Day

Posted on August 7, 2010 by Michael Procopio

I was confused by Morocco before I ever left the plane. Looking down at its Mediterranean coastline after a stretch of late-Winter rains, I turned to the friend sitting next to me and said with more than a little disbelief: … Continue reading →

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