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War & Violenceexpand_moreI keep waking up on the edge of the black lake. He’s on the other side.
John-Michael kept his mouth open until saliva had pooled behind his teeth.
Rise the Euphrates, my first novel, grew out of a feverish dream.
What does it take for a woman like you to decide to do something?
Brassy bullets fell against the floral comforter like little candies.
I was always being left behind in the mud, a bandage around my eyes.
Throwing the El Camino into drive, he roared down the mountain road.
Like a bird with a broken wing I will smudge the line of the hopscotch.
Had he been a man, we could’ve saved his life right then and there.
Peter Taylor’s stories are jigsaw puzzles of nuance and suggestion.
On the other side of Paris an exhibit depicts their home, which is nowhere.
A week later, I said to a friend: I don’t think I could ever write about it.
“Dorm whores” his roommate calls them. They come for the booze.
Beggars know to emerge when you’ve more than enough to give.
He’d reenlisted in ’64; he would not go home until the War was won.
The people awakened, rose up, raged at tyrants garbed in uniforms.
He’d been lost and tripping vividly on some speckled acid for days.
When I went to Scotland for a wedding, I didn't plan on firing a gun.
The only person I’d seen naked was my mother the night she died.
Her appearances are fleeting, a gust of air, a murmur in the night.
He felt desperate for the rains, mosquitoes be damned.
The grass is always greener in the cemetery, was a joke I made to Jed.
They come to America and their child is shot down like a wild animal.
You’ll find me here in the peach orchard, the most I can muster.
In school, he was called gook, chink, and one boy called him ching-chong.
He probably had an order. Ludes, Dexis, Black Birds—who knew.
I could shoot you and nobody would say boo. I’m within my rights.
Soledad is the name a woman is given, a sentence a woman must serve.
Bill Evans’s quiet solo was walking out on unbelievably thin ice.
His thoughts swirl around him. Maybe women aren’t women anymore.
