full of mouths: mouths that cannot be fed, mouths belonging to children that fill themselves with the ... about the way the body aches to be satisfied, and how we call this both hunger and desire. In the ... from where we started several years from now. What did you dream? Hansel asks Gretel. She looks at him ...
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intimately part of ourselves, it is impossible to resolve. Our ambivalence 216 Issue 80 page ... Page 216 from Issue 80 This is the only choice we have had since the creation of the bomb, our ... only power against ourselves in the conflict of our desires. * * * At the beginning of this piece, ...
family visits and to teach. Where were you physically located when you wrote We, the Survivors? For ... are haunted by the cost of leaving the country in which we were born — “an inescapable facet of ... deprivation. As you know, the 1970s and 80s were a very particular period in Southeast Asian social and ...
we take to be the Self. I know you loved me because I know when you stopped: there were some things ... very eyes. Every woman is some of each. Where does it come from, the rage? The rage we feed on, that ... feeds on us? We devour ourselves. The game, the dangerous game, you wouldn't play. The danger ...
me it will not help. "You were dying. Your heart was rotten; you were eaten away. We offered ... promises they made us. They had not lied. But I had not known how it would be. "We did not lie. ... There is no cure. Your body is gone." I remember this day. I remember this beach where we came ...
Page 18 from Issue 80 be asked in words-having no subject and no predicate but death. I thought of ... the rain turn the fallen petals into a sticky debris, and walked because we were alive, and walked to ... a field of white. But here, we break the circle, cross the street, and bow. We part, Mrs. Nakano and I, ...
we’re savages they’ve come to save With turkeys, ham and tent revival music that knocks Against the ... stepping outdoors On the back porch her husband enclosed But never finished making a real room. She can do ... memories She presides as mother necessity, inventing A way out of roadblocks and detours, obstacles In ...
shadows….” 1 Shadows of who we were and still might be. Our ghosts come to us misunderstood, unwelcomed, ... certain guitar parts repeat from record to record, indicating that what appear to be separate songs ... ghosts have been here all along, since the founding of the country, but we’re a willful, practical people ...
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If memory were composed only of our ability to remember the past, we might never evolve as ... individuals. But memory and remembering are also the processes by which we interpret the events of our lives. ... distrust of Quentin Compson, the familiarity of his words in my mouth, depended, in large part, on where ...
were invited, and they were family. She was hungry and ready to eat. * We never met Heritage, although ... “Girls, we’re invited to a ritual sacrifice tonight!” she announced to my sisters and me. My sisters ... had never been part of our trips to the Philippines. Visits to the mountain resort town of Baguio had ...