A few of the crew members played cards and drank beer and talked about the guy on the second shift who ... of the crew had Irish surnames. Why wasn’t I writing a play about Marcus Garvey, Steve Biko, or James ... Baldwin? About real, not imagined suffering. Yet, I could never do that, it would have risked raising ...
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the trailers and the RVs and the trucks. There was nothing fast or brave about the way Glory and ... “Yes you did. About my face.” “I love your face.” “It never helped.” “Doesn’t it help that I love it?” ... The light turned green and I drove. “I didn’t know that, Scott. About you and that school. I’m sorry.” ...
dresses falling about my face and shoulders like the veils of Salome. We mush our lips together for an ... I want to stay sitting about near my mother. (I know where every other pocket of coolness in the house ... and probably a frog. The lay teacher tells us a story about finding a frog in her outhouse, and it ...
write about the Great Lakes region, and the readers present are a down-to-earth crowd. My perennial ... and allegiances—this story we tell ourselves about where we belong.” * Walking along the shore of Lake ... you care more about what they are doing and what happens to them. As both a poet and a translator, I’m ...
Arab neighborhood, to Gonen, a Jewish neighborhood. A slow night draws about 100 of us, better nights ... talking about friendships with “those people” during wartime poses a threat to their sense of group ...
slowly after silence, taking a breath at a time. After days bent over the garden, slight comment about ... some face, now on his own, and knew that like the rain about to fall, he was going somewhere I cannot ...
about? Could it be that he has come out of the text and changed into a real soldier, among his peers? ... honey soldier is about to be buried a second time, the mysterious officer who had given me his address ...
Mickey’s sake she allows it. After my father left, some of the ladies started to talk about my mother, ... Mickey doesn’t like talking about that night, and Kyle still sleeps with his light on. My mother is ... hear the officer say something about public indecency. Mrs. Tennyson still smiles, but my mother does ...
Danny Granville is just another baseball player. As Henry tells Danny late in the novel, “You’re about ...
free. ” “Then” reminisces about the couple’s romance from beginning to end. This section contains ...