The distant past returned—what part of it, he could not decide.
For my vacation last summer, I visited the Bateer family in Xiwuqi.
Neither blood nor belonging accounted for my presence in Ghana.
Lebanon’s dreams of a homeland were fading with every rocket launch.
We caress the rough. Sensuous, delectable, and yet sorrowful.
For all the stories they’d concocted, the real one electrified them.
I grabbed him by the face and told him life only comes to a person once.
She favoured me with an even more viciously scornful “Don’t care!”
She is very rich. She will leave me everything when she dies, he says.
She flicked a bit of citrus on her tongue. Her laugh was hard and high.
The guards ripped off Mara’s clothes, pinning her head against the wall.
The stones here carry the island’s low cry inside them. A landlocked grief.
He said he had come back to the prison because it was home.
From the flight deck Gray could see home, wherever that might be.
So, Ida, are you a Jew or a nudist? Do you believe in Hanukkah?
Devanand Simon was twenty-five when the bodies fell from the sky.
He longed only for Claire’s strange seriousness, her silent focus.
Karen was, in that moment, nothing, emptiness. She was oblivion.
We are like a village here, separated from the rest of the world.
When she sleeps, Shakespeare writes one more sonnet we’ll never read.
Keely finally stops crying when they step outside. The shock of cold.
I could not tell what visions were vanishing in the dying slave.
The dead children were wheeled away, covered with white sheets.
Reader, you and I stand once more before the borderless.
My advice can be succinctly expressed in three words: Persist, persist, persist!
We loaded the packs and started down, into the bluing of dusk.
Three fingers had been cut from her right hand, two from her left.
When we’re all together like this it feels like hope is a possibility.
Be glad the numbness in your legs isn’t reading on your face.
“Why don’t you call yourself Butterfly?” he said. “A pretty thing like you.”