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Whenever he cried, his grandmother would always tell him, You need a backbone, boy. She thought this was the way to raise a man-child without quite understanding that sometimes it takes backbone to cry the long length of tears required.
Kei Miller, Augustown
from Augustown, by Kei Miller
The great philosophical question goes: if a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear, does it make a sound? But this is a troubling question, exalting one kind of being above all others. What then of the ears of snakes, or wood frogs, or mice, or bugs? Do they not count? What then of grass, of stone, of earth? Does their witness not matter?
Blind people can hear and taste and smell what other people cannot, and what Ma Taffy smells on this early afternoon makes her sit up straight.
Augustown || Kei Miller
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For here is the truth; each day contains much more than its own hours, or minutes, or seconds. In fact, it would be no exaggeration to say that every day contains all of history.
Kei Miller, Augustown
Augustown, Kei Miller
For here is the truth: each day contains much more than its own hours, or minutes, or seconds. In fact, it would be no exaggeration to say that every day contains all of history.
from Augustown, by Kei Miller
What irony, this sudden panic of being watched, this feeling that the affluent community in which he finds himself is somehow threatened by this other person he has been observing all along—a lone woman, perhaps, who, in looking up, must feel the unfair weight of all that privilege rising above her.
Augustown, Kei Miller
First you must imagine the sky, blue and cloudless if that helps, or else the luminously black spread of night. Next—and this is the important bit—you must imagine yourself inside it. Inside the sky, floating beside me. Below us, the green and blue disc of the earth.
