In the morning, you paced the sand like you were trying to find stable ground. “I am in control,” I thought I heard you say. You did a meticulous job of packing up our tent.
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Medellín is a dreamscape. It’s a parlor show best accompanied with multiple soundtracks. It’s part paradise, it’s part fevered hell, it’s all forms salvation.
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“Sometimes if you give away your language, you give away yourself,” Taiyon Coleman tells interviewer Deborah Copperud. “There’s nothing more violent than to do that.”
“It is not fear, but something that is beyond language.”
The latest in our FORTHCOMING series of excerpts from new and recent books:
Our Holocaust education had gone beyond the bounds of institutional sanction. We were now in uncharted waters.
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Even a Banyan tree lives longer than an emperor.
He is free, Bexley thought, free enough to float on that breeze, rise and soar with seagulls if he wanted to.
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The latest in our FORTHCOMING series of excerpts from new and recent books:
We each take what we can / from the angels that visit us.
It’s in these moments that Hobbs Hesler subtly presents space for the reader to ponder the lessons we learn at any age, picking apart notions that we should get second chances.
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The latest in our FORTHCOMING series of excerpts from new and recent books:
It is disrespectful to sleep over the stones / of the insane without dreaming our dreams.
