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Crossing Bordersexpand_moreThe talk was heady, but the conversations were dead-ends.
My first girl, only sixteen year and she go, she run away to you.
Not a single environmentalist holds out much hope for the future.
Desire whittled me a tool I’d never seen but knew how to use.
There was something that eluded me, that was always outside the frame.
Since the day the bell was cast I have sat in the bishop’s carved chair and waited my turn.
There is still the same reaching of the tongue for that pink ridge.
She closed her mind to all familiar shapes and strained back.
Their breath rose in small clouds. Their flag rippled above them.
The library is inhabited by spirits that come out of the pages at night.
His eyes rested on the trees. By George, it’s like the garden of Eden.
In the Nablus apartment she remembers rolling hills of citrus.
Today was the first day of her new life, and she was on an adventure.
Marshall and Mrs. Checchi, it seemed, had this philosophy in common.
If you play, decide three things: the rules, stakes, and quitting time.
They’d developed Santa’s entire system, had written the code.
The summer Victor died, his dad spoke to no one but the canaries he kept.
That Hawaiian shirt is the first thing Ratso’s owned that he hasn’t stolen.
Sit beside me. Old country, I am hopeful and troubadour.
I became a symbol of freedom, a miracle who had escaped the Devil.
If you tear down the web it will simply know this isn’t a place to call home.
Third Place
He is not in the position to lose a friend. Not when one is all he has.
I read that poem twice, didn’t I? I must have wanted to hear it again.
With a world full of foolishly dangerous men, what’s a mother to do?
Most people come to Africa because they are drawn to its misery.
My wife had time to form a thought: I have killed my daughter.
Dining at Bocuse wasn’t about food, but about pleasure in all its forms.
I sensed that a name defined who I was and would be in the future.
Let me tell you stories about lands far from here where you are absent.