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Testimonyexpand_morePerhaps the only way to see a whole body is to see one coming out of you.
When I walked in, the kids applauded. They were like, “The poet’s back!”
What a good time we could have if we were happy to be who we are.
What right does an American mutt like me have to depict in fiction the lives of a Salvadoran family?
Just give me a small joy, say, the size of a ketchup packet.
His spirit shone fiercely, shaming the chasm by illuminating it.
My days pass through me as music through a thin, stretched wire.
Another disposable medical mask drying in the June sun after all the ceremonies are done Looks for a second like a lip snarling in that flirting way you see the tattooed girls snarl
They rise in waves, while a lone hawk remains unperturbed.
The world beyond the windows slowly tips forward into spring.
Donald Hall
Your life is your own and then suddenly it belongs to someone else.
He shot a spear into a boom timber and pulled the boat to it.
Yang Wan-li said, There’s enough to eat. Who needs a lot of money?
Havana, Cuba, on the inevitable cusp of change. A photo gallery.
So sault means “jump,” as in sauter in France, but not in New France!
In the thickening smoke the workers clawed and flailed at one another.
In the photograph we look nearly the same. Heft and hewn.
Hemingway’s Royal typewriter sat atop a volume of Who’s Who.
He tries to appear slight in his leather jacket and turbulent jeans.
Lee has taken on several of the great novelists of the past century.
They found her where such girls are found. A Manhattan street.
The mountains out your window make Central Park feel rinky-dink.
We were assigned straight to the lion’s muzzle, the Sardasht front.
He could not stop marveling at the velvet quality of
her skin.
The palm’s outline shimmied in the sunlight against the aqua curtain.
Rays burst from behind the mountain, sweep the broad beach.
He calmed the animal with song while loosening the slipknot.
The great season for reading is between eighteen and twenty-four.
After seventeen years we’re parting ways. Breakups hurt, even this one.
