Two Poems
First Photograph of My Father, My Brothers and Sisters, and Me, with Migrants from Central America
My father is the man on the far left, at the top.
He peeks out between the sombrero of Nicolás,
a Honduran, and my . . .
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Synthetic Strokes: Not Writing from 2021 to 2024
Hongkong seems very quiet, but outsiders do not know whether the Chinese who live here are comfortable or not.
Men communicate their thoughts and feelings through writing, yet most Chinese nowadays are still unable to express themselves this way. This . . .
An Interview with Colm Tóibín
I first came across the work of Colm Tóibín when I was doing a special series on Ireland for Writers & Company some thirty years ago, and I’ve admired him ever since. At the time, he was one of the . . .
Exactly
The shop’s sign was posted near the roof for maximum visibility from the parking lot and motorway, but because I walked on the strip mall’s sidewalk, under the overhang, I passed the door once, twice, three times before I saw . . .
Three Letters
Juan José ArreolaParis, 20 September 1954
Dear Arreola,
Several weeks ago Emma sent me your two books, and when I opened them I found a dedication that filled me with joy. But all that was nothing compared to the joy . . .