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still

Émotion: la douleur de voir partir ainsi pour toujours quelqu’un qu’on a aimé éperdument, ne serait-ce que l’espace de 12 secondes et 3/10.  [Comment faire l’amour avec un Nègre sans se fatiguer] A year and a half of nonstop bouncing … Continue reading

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interlude

  I woke up And forgot who I was But remembered a thunderous dream Of having to be someone. /mia-skye sagara   It is a strange thing to feel in exile at home, rather than at home in exile. My … Continue reading

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more to dream

But while I was abroad I felt the need to find out who I was and where my soul was. I chose to be a Haitian woman. I couldn’t see myself being forever a nigger in the United States, an … Continue reading

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the never-written that could be, etc

Notes: Ryszard Kapuscinski, lonely in Lagos with “some sort of tropical infection, blood poisoning or a reaction to an unknown venom, and it is bad enough to make me swell up and leave my body covered with sores, suppurations and … Continue reading

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radar

. I was that person running to my gate, terminal 1 CDG, my limbs aching from sleeplessness and the weight of my carry-on. The bags tugged me down, wanted to coax me onto the floor, but my legs pushed forward. … Continue reading

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we fly home

Yesterday I wrote about Africa Paradis, a Béninois film that depicts the migration en masse of down-on-their-luck Europeans to richer African pastures. This morning, the Europe edition of the Wall Street Journal ran a cover story with a similar plotline. … Continue reading

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allo home

the sunset lasted forever over greenland i couldn’t tell: was i looking at clouds? or at snow? glaciers on the water, fluffy and jutted, and we skimmed along the ice. . Heavy jet lag twice in one week has left … Continue reading

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that’s why they call it your mother tongue

Vai through o park, a laneway, atras das hythro poles. Chega a casa safety. Nao tomas o tunnel a noite, okai? * My aunt speaks Portuguese with a French accent. While my parents left Portugal for Angola and then Canada, … Continue reading

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one n, no z, no h

Nobody gave a damn about how to pronounce my name for 26 years, until I moved here. I’d let kids I knew for years skate by on calling me Suzanne, Susan. Misspelling Susanna and Suzana and Suzannah in emails when … Continue reading

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i learned something

Had the loveliest conversation with Dr. Winford James of the University of the West Indies this afternoon, and he pointed me to page 409 of the Dictionary of Caribbean English Usage: And then there are romantics like Pico Iyer who, … Continue reading

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