Estonian Stories

The Germans Tried

A tri-fold conceals the words, while revealing the force of a typewriter: bold abstracted letters raised up in reverse. Unfolding the the letter, I find the date, a year before…
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Henrik Visnapuu

It was his name, Henrik Visnapuu that came up in those first Google searches at the late-night, kitchen table, linking Silvia to a larger world unknown to me; a world…
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Juhan Nihtig (Narma)

It's a dusty roll of flimsy cardboard, with yellowed ragged paper poking out it's ends, resembling something akin to an old-fashioned, confetti cracker from a party long past. Anyone could…
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Easter Eggs

When winter's grasp is released in bedlam streams, and sap enlivens naked trees, a breath of warmth tames feral winds, and birdsong includes new notes that quicken the pulse of…
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Ever Since I Remember, Part I

On a stone bench, set back slightly from the bustle of the street, rests an old woman reading a three-cent newspaper. Unaccustomed to the liquid warmth of spring light, the…
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A Mother’s Voice

If I close my eyes, I see an overwhelmed little girl, hair dishevelled, sitting on the floor, in the middle of a messy bedroom. From the great distance of time,…
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In Remembrance

Today is the third of November and the third anniversary of Silvia's death. This morning, I light a slender white candle for Silvia at my desk, watching its bright flame rising…
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