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It was late in the evening and dark, the dark river with its lights passing by, reflections from the Seine travelling across the ceiling, sliding along the walls.
I have not / strayed far from the dead. I see their hip favored / executives and can pick them out from big / crowds
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“It was bleak, and I had no idea how we could translate it to a kids’ show about a talking monkey, but I was jazzed.”
She bravely gazes into the unknown without trying to articulate what gazes back.
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“Once upon a time, long ago in northern Hungary, the land of the Matyó, a beautiful boy and girl were deeply in love.”
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That day has never ended. / The fence he built is still new.
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“Sometimes I feel like a beetle. / Hanging on to a blade of grass / for dear life while what others describe / as a gentle breeze knocks the wind out of me.”
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” I would really like people who were led to believe they need to fear or hate the LGBTQIA+ community, especially trans and intersex people, to read this book,” Pidgeon Pagonis tells interviewer Sasha Weiss
It’s theirs as much as mine, / this house, their great black wings / sweeping past windows as the day unfolds
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After double shifts / waiting tables at the country club, / she soaks herself pruny, / floats on the water until the streetlights hum.
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The historical cloth covers two forms / beating like the angels’ hard bodies in the midst of changing time.
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“I tried twitching my nose, but nothing happened.”
Entangled one with another they watch us. / The good died too soon.
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“A novel is a constructed self, a personhood, a point of view that monologues,” Eugene Lim tells interviewer Ru Marshall.
O, old ocean! the river has mixed with your waters / where I so often bathed
In the weeks and months after the operation, he’d wake from sleep, sounds tooting up from his throat not so much snores as noisy requests for air.
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“My real education during my DePaul years occurred on Monday nights at a jazz club called Orphans…”
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“She didn’t think it would last, this quasi-détente or halfhearted madness or whatever it was.”
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“I licked every word in the story, to know its taste”
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“Maybe the remnant tells the whole / story”
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“My teachers told me // I should practice, but they never said why.”
Michelangelo said, / “I saw the angel in the marble / And carved until I set him free.”
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Revolution / is the party we throw / at our unhappiness when we discover it / looks like tyranny
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“Shame and living, living with it, living through it, living past it. This is what these stories are made of.”
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“I look up to those people who have nothing at all but their own body, which is used to the core: the rickshaw pullers, the sweepers, the mothers in rags…”
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“I collected dresses many sizes / Larger, dreamed of all the bodies crowded into those // Forms.”
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“Outside, harmonious cats / tread the pathway.”
“One of the biggest things that I think about when I’m writing is trusting the reader,” Giada Scodellaro tells interviewer Erik Noonan.
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