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Crusoe
Salman Rushdie
‘Let me tell you, boyo, bach: I love this place, where green hills shelter me from fear.’
Why A Colored Girl Will Slice You If You Talk Wrong About Motown
Patricia Smith
‘Their newborn children grew / like streetlights. We grew like insurance payments. / We grew like resentment.’
6 March 1989
Salman Rushdie
‘Damn, brother. You saw what they did to my face? / Poked out my eyes. Knocked teeth out of place’.
Don’t Flinch
Adrienne Rich
‘Lichen-green lines of shingle pulsate and waver / when you lift your eyes. It’s the glare.’