“Love, Blue Glass, the Sky, Mine” in Quarterly West

June 1, 2016

Love, Blue Glass, the Sky, Mine

“The railroad boys are ghosts. They sit cross-legged on the tracks and stare into the sun, like they’re waiting for some meaning to fall from the sky and tug their eyes open. Or closed, maybe. I don’t know the faces of most of the boys, not anymore. The older ones go missing.”

I wrote this story when I was 19.  The writer Ma Thida once called it “very emotional.”



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