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Glen Hirshberg’s stories are haunting, absolutely, but not only because of the content.

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We hit the sidewalk, and dropped hands. How I wished, right then, that the whole world was a street.
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It was like we were exchanging codes, on how to be a father and a daughter, like we’d read about it in a manual, translated from another language, and were doing our best with what we could understand.
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The wine glasses are empty except for that one undrinkable red spot at the bottom.
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Mom loved my brother more. Not that she didn’t love me – I felt the wash of her love every day.
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I want to be violated by insight.
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It seems the best work I do is when I am really allowing the unconscious to rule the page and then later I can go back and hack around and make sense of things.
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I was with them for all of it, but more like an echo than a participant.
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Light is good company, when alone; I took my comfort where I found it, and the warmest yellow bulb in the living-room lamp had become a kind of radiant babysitter all its own.
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Sometimes, she said, mostly to herself, I feel I do not know my children…
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I felt the crumpled paper that had taken the place of my lungs expand as if released from a fist.
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Expand Fist List Lung Paper Release Taken
The writing I tend to think of as ‘good’ is good because it’s mysterious.
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My eyelids are my own private cave, he murmured. That I can go to anytime I want.
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I peeled the skin off a grape in slippery little triangles, and I understood then that I would be undressing every item of food I could because my clothes would be staying on.
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It seemed to happen in springs, the revealing of things.
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My lover is experiencing reverse evolution.
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And the warmth of the music inside her, did she believe, for even one glorious second, that her passion had arrived?
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