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History & Politicsexpand_moreThe students usually didn’t look up to see who was serving them.
He thinks with joy and conviction that the Japanese are his enemy.
This itchy voice, this desperate chant, that begs: okay. Okay.
A body must learn again how to accept the proprietorial hands of a lover.
Darla has come to the monument to fight against her mind.
The dead and alive who we will never see again but in dream or memory.
I could become something new. Improved. Like detergent.
He probably should have arrested or at least reported me to someone.
After days of torture in secret prisons, they were about to let him go.
El Presidente was no longer in a mood to see the American press.
My mother’s city and I were both named after an assassinated king.
The interrogator was both man and deity, prophet and god.
The blood had been soaked up in sawdust—“this is hell.”
Americans didn’t invent courage, but we are no strangers to it.
It was on a mid-June morning that the stranger first called.
How shocking it was to discover these real things were not real.
Any society that fails to protect its children is in terminal decline.
He handed us sticks of dynamite, rolled in wax paper like taffy.
Hannah Sarvasy
His thoughts are never far from the erotic as he roams around Dublin.
Our visions of the world fade like the morning star, lost in the light of day.
A man sits in the Institute of National Memory examining files.
The stupider the president the more power you arrange for him.
I have heard stories of the river, how people were willing to die to cross it.
Six other guests smoked Marlboro Lights, and ashtrays filled up.
Just before four in the morning, the dog barks, the headlights appear.
I look on Britain as a new world, which it is almost madness to invade.
He resumed his nightly practice of writing without being able to see.
Ma didn’t believe in slapping. It was what common people did.
