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He was always Awil to those who knew him since he was a boy who ran around in his birthday suit, his face often caked with mûrit from dirt, dried-up tears, and a breakfast diet of rice coffee that his mother did not bother to wipe off his cheeks. The eldest of ten children, he only went as far as the second grade, and this is the reason he has always had a hard time with math, could not read, and could hardly write – save for his name.

The apple has retained - if not magnified - its magnificent lure. We continue to twist our tongues and bodies to “properly” speak that English language which to our minds embodies intelligence itself. We think that with intelligence comes the financial security provided by a good job.

The apple has retained - if not magnified - its magnificent lure. We continue to twist our tongues and bodies to “properly” speak that English language which to our minds embodies intelligence itself. We think that with intelligence comes the financial security provided by a good job.

thunder lilies
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they grow no more
where we had scarred the trees
with knives,
our pseudonyms against the bark.
i only went there thrice.
when you had pulled me by the hand,
we were to track your dog
down in the wood.
the second time i went the longer way
and stumbled through a pepper field
a slipper stuck in mud.
they were still there
in scattered little lufts
of white.

thunder lilies
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they grow no more
where we had scarred the trees
with knives,
our pseudonyms against the bark.
i only went there thrice.
when you had pulled me by the hand,
we were to track your dog
down in the wood.
the second time i went the longer way
and stumbled through a pepper field
a slipper stuck in mud.
they were still there
in scattered little lufts
of white.

ANTERO

Even in his sixties, he was still quick with the latigo, a lead-tipped whip, with which he slew those green snakes that disguised themselves as coconut blades and inhabited the coconut trees around his house. But that was just about all he killed, for Antero was a man predisposed to giving instead of taking away. He often smiled, and told the children stories about the longest chocolate train and invisible beings that wore psychedelic coats and frowned on children who did not take a nap at siesta time.