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Our Language
Like memory, language changes. Our words eddy around the things we fear.
Fiction
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Dublin, We Were
We can return home in our reflections, even when the city we knew, the city we were, has gone forever.
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Our Experience of Being Alive and Having to Breathe
Which is to say, a big struggle begat a little struggle begat a boy who dreamed of living in America, struggle free.
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Nights in Logar
All that mattered then for a musafir from America was how he was going to go about killing another hot summer day.
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Mentor
I remembered the certainty I had had, hours before, of my own competence, the pleasure I had taken in the solace I could give.
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Dear Friend, from My Life I Write to You in Your Life
My first encounter with before and after was in one of the fashion magazines my friends told me to subscribe to when I came to America.
Poetry
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You Who Are On Your Way Over There
You who are on your way over there / Toward what was once an azure blue dream, / My sun the closest shadow / to another’s shadow
Translated from the French by John Keene
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My Brother Walter
My brother Walter is depressed.
Translated from the Spanish by Daniel Alarcón