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They cut you off, let fall your hammered silver bracelets to the sand.
Yes, Eylon thought, he lied to Cath. Lied about his day, about the risks.
Hemingway’s The Garden of Eden was edited by Tom Jenks.
No poet, no artist of any art, has his complete meaning alone.
How do you beat a man who refuses to rise from a puddle of his own blood.
Ajax can answer all this killing only with the killing of himself.
The first rule of the house is that everything must be even stevens.
Trump reminded me of the guys I grew up with on Long Island.
I never felt heart stop or skin burn, just the first split second of sound.
A car curved left, leapt the curb, and came at us like the line of a bullet.
Lillian-Yvonne Bertram
God was surrounding the chair, leaves flourishing from a sickly tree.
The air has grown inside me. It’s become a sanctuary.
I repeated the name thoughtfully, then said no, I didn’t think I knew her.
A boy knew he wouldn’t see his mother’s face as he rose from the mat.
We put effort into making things that No Man would ever think of creating.
Morie Johnson was successful. I am not a hooker. I am only a thief.
“No, no,” we say. “We’re fine! Really! We love things just the way they are!”
Theodora Shure
Cerberuses ran in packs, terrorizing drunks who fell in the snow.
Once, when young and proud, I tried to grasp the enormity of the past.
Severe knobs of head and tail: one a horn of venom, the other masked.
As I lit the samovar, she stepped through the door with that reserved gaze and whispering voice of hers. The Kabul of my childhood. The Kabul of affectionate gestures, of wise, soft-spoken street vendors. She ended the conversation in her usual discerning way, smoothing the blanket across my chest.
It wants to name the dead—without a name you wander lost in the sky.
We’d never had a cross word, but I’d never corrected him.
What about writers who come suddenly into full power late in life?
What about writers who come suddenly into full power late in life?
Re: murdering democracy, oiling the shore, shearing the rain forest.
there is no place on this earth I can run from my own prejudice
