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It is our nature to conform; it is a force which not many can resist.

Silence, it turned out, was a thing you could buy.

Do the work. Every day. Take a step back and see if you love it.

“Clean up this mess!” I tell the woman. “How can you live like this?”

Early on, Castro learned and opposed the unfairness of things.

We claw over earth, unfurling flowers, knit so close we know power.

How many times had I passed it in a taxicab or walked within sight of it?

We went. We did. We went to Dead Horse but couldn’t stay.

He didn’t come to arrive, he came to go, and yet that didn’t matter.

And jesse, the smart bombs do not recognize the babies.

Tana Wozcjuk

He got his wife off a German farmer, for whom he went to work one day.

Atomic bomb. How could those two words be said together?

Who thought to name a four-thousand-pound bomb Satan?

Diane Kirsten Martin

Sometimes they revert to trickery, apple their venom with a smile.

“You are too young for politics, too beautiful for a jail cell.”

Their hands were acting as airfoils, producing lift, not drag.

I was constantly being torn between belief and disbelief in his narrative.

Many people remarked upon the similarities between the flags.

Stories are places to live. We live in stories. What we are is stories.

The intention of the writer is irrelevant to the success of the story.

The waitress looked us over, wondering, I guess, if we were famous.

Is there anything that hasn’t been sold yet? If it’s true then let’s celebrate.

There are elephants in the hall looking for their mothers.

Home, I thought. This was the new country I had been yearning for.

I push the stroller across the courts to the scene of the thing I don’t get.

How can anyone imagine sleep is possible in such a time?

“Who you kiddin? There’s no middle class anymore, we’re all just poor.”