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she is sainted anew for her work

The Teacher raises a glass to her friend the Engineer, who has been promoted. The Teacher can’t afford this restaurant, but the Advertising Executive will pay. She always pays. They crowd around a laptop, perfumes mingling, to watch her latest car commercial. The waiters weave around the obstructio…

—p.52 The Paris Review Issue 234 A Way with Bea (51) by The Paris Review
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that vague dream of salt misc/poetry

After the rape & the bloodbath, the savage king
& his men retired to a long shed built in an open
field by a thin river fashioned for this lull in the pillaging
so the horses could rest. One by one, they scrubbed
blood off their fingers & faces & sat down to devour
a feast of rice & goat serve…

—p.46 King’s Feedery (46) by The Paris Review
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mostly I remember myself in some variation of afraid misc/poetry

Those mornings in the last days of December,
as the smog deepened over the mausoleum
& the ghost of the emperor’s first wife
lingered about the four gardens, weeping
over her dead child
until a solitary jogger tore the curtain of fog
with a flashlight, making her flee
through a chink in the …

—p.49 New Delhi in Winter (48) by The Paris Review
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that vague dream of salt misc/poetry

After the rape & the bloodbath, the savage king
& his men retired to a long shed built in an open
field by a thin river fashioned for this lull in the pillaging
so the horses could rest. One by one, they scrubbed
blood off their fingers & faces & sat down to devour
a feast of rice & goat serve…

—p.46 King’s Feedery (46) by The Paris Review
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her pink room brimmed with disposable diapers

I’d spent the previous week telling her that she was nuts, AK-47 crazy, but she paid me no mind. My mother explained that every individual dealt with traumatic stress differently and one couldn’t predict wartime behavior based on non-bombing personality. As the Israeli missiles hit, my father drank…

—p.22 The July War (13) by The Paris Review