“When my parents were liberated, four years before I was born, they found that the ordinary world outside the camp had been eradicated. There was no more simple meal, no thing was less than extraordinary: a fork, a mattress, a clean shirt, a book. Not to mention such things that can make one weep: an orange, meat and vegetables, hot water. There was no ordinariness to return to, no refuge from the blinding potency of things, an apple screaming its sweet juice.” WorldYearsBookFoundParentWaterBornSimpleFourSweetReturnGratitudeOrdinaryHotCleanExtraordinaryMeatShirtsMealsApplesCampsVegetablesFour YearsRefugeOrangeJuiceLiberatedForksFugitivePotencyHot WaterMattressesOrdinarinessOrdinary World Author:Anne Michaels
“Like other ghosts, she whispers; not for me to join her, but so that, when I'm close enough, she can push me back into the world.” WorldEnoughGhost Book:Fugitive Pieces Source: Fugitive Pieces
“But sometimes the world disrobes, slips its dress off a shoulder, stops time for a beat. If we look up at that moment, it's not due to any ability of ours to pierce the darkness, it's the world's brief bestowal. The catastrophe of grace.” IfsWorldLooksSometimesMomentsAbilityDarknessGraceBeatsDressesDuesShouldersLook UpThat MomentSlipsCatastrophePierceStop Time Book:Fugitive Pieces Source: Fugitive Pieces
