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of it the way a slap brings a person out of hysteria. It was then, when I opened my eyes, that I saw the ghost ... she offered me. She opened the door of the ghost-blue jeep and I climbed in, marveling at the cool ... farewells she started back immediately, the open door banging and swinging in the wind, the ghost­ blue ...
“Calley’s Ghost,” I wrestled with a strange instinct that told me I would finally have to get closure on all ... event. It was with Calley’s ghost. To put this another way, the person I was looking for was not William ... I was really trying to find was my way of facing it, this problem of Calley’s ghost that I finally share ...
Lutfer Rahman holds the document that his daughter found next to the body of his wife, Rina Rahman, confirming her death in the collapse. (All photographs by Jason Motlagh)
Excerpt In Bangladesh, one year after the worst accident in the history of the garment industry, recovery remains a fragile process, justice seems elusive, and reform has a long way to go. Updated Date Thursday, April 3, 2014- 11:45 Editor’s note: Explore ...
Updated Date Friday, April 17, 2015- 14:15 To celebrate your brief life as you lived it grimly under attack as it happens to any common soldier black or white surrounded by the heavy scent of orange blossoms solitary in your lowlying farm among the young  ...
Excerpt Out of a patch of fog, or the branches of a broken tree, or as a light suddenly aglow on the ceiling— they assemble themselves, and briefly appear.   Out of a patch of fog, or the branches of a broken tree, or as a light suddenly aglow on the ceil ...
Excerpt I understand it is grafting, this partnership of lost wills, common flowers. I understand it is grafting, this partnership of lost wills, common flowers. That only perfection can be kept, not its perfect instances. Snap- dragon, what can I expect ...
Excerpt While you sleep on beaches, sometimes think of innocence; of a red-haired girl on the back of a whale. The mermaid you imagine finally sheds the sheath of her father, and rides over several dead navies, inspired. Even the girls in the bathhouse be ...
  —after Alice Aycock Tonight there is no wind, even the heat     is on its knees, and the moths laying eggs on the side door are not being honest         with themselves. Though their enterprise is beauty, the eggs will not last through     the rains, an ...
Excerpt White linens dry on the clothesline. Among almond trees  the gardener wearing a red shirt waters each one. Their roots gather moisture like settlers did gold in a neighboring town now deserted. Lorca wrote a play with that terrain in mind. There i ...
Excerpt 1. The Hero Calm settles the audience Before its vision. This one, a Lordlike sprite, Has shamed decision, Flung his metal riding wings Down and the clouds dapple his glass; Though the wind cries and birds wheel And scream flying as they pass, The ...

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