Orchard Park tells the tale of one man's effort to scratch at the canvas; to peel away life’s protective layers; to decrypt meaning from the cultural artifacts by which he is surrounded -- to achieve grace through creation and redemption through imagination.
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ST. PETERSBURG – Abraham Frenkel was 12 years old when he found out his grandfather was one of the worst mass murderers in history. The gardener at his boarding school, a Kolyma survivor, beat him black and blue after hearing he was the grandson of Haifa-born Naftaly Frenkel, commandant of the Bolshevik-run death camp....
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As an Irishman, I am cognizant of the shortcomings of our race; a race into which has been sown anarchy, discord and a distaste for logic; a race that was not always vacillatory, unreasoning, susceptible to the sometime paralysis that is the result of greed and trained insatiety; and additionally, enticed by the promise...
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After the church service, minutes into the reception, A call from Roger; you can deny him nothing. Your new bride, senses piqued, eyes wide, Knows that you are leaving; that you will embarrass her, Slip out before the first dance, before the cake, For one last hurrah—overdue, you think— This last favor to Roger;...
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I am half here, I say. I am half here. My mother died. My father died. Suddenly I was half there, not working, not sleeping, a new man. Not a worse man. I thought, ‘I am not a worse man.’ It was a bright, white world – a morning kitchen world. This made and...
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