“In his Greenwich Village apartment, Jose Garcia Villa fords his fiords of books and papers on his way to the bar of the anchored angel. In a boxcar to Bakersfield stars beam on Carlos Bulosan papaya blossoms of Mangusmana.” — Ricardo M. de Ungria Copy Share Image
“There is this sense of having left And that sense of having arrived.” — Ricardo M. de Ungria Copy Share Image
“I have seen words fly out at the end of thoughts and not return. I have seen things at the end of thoughts without… — Ricardo M. de Ungria Copy Share Image
“I have known the love and vengeance of wounded women, and the difficult book and the music that took the place of tenderness. I… — Ricardo M. de Ungria Copy Share Image
“Condemned to exhaust the beauty of its captivity, it slithers away in opposite directions at once as if to escape its venomous memories.” — Ricardo M. de Ungria Copy Share Image
“I wanted to see how deep a hole we’d make in the heart of the water, how far can we get away from the… — Ricardo M. de Ungria Copy Share Image
“In his Greenwich Village apartment, Jose Garcia Villa fords his fiords of books and papers on his way to the bar of the anchored… — Ricardo M. de Ungria Copy Share Image
“When these words release my hand they go away, they all go away to look for the father.” — Ricardo M. de Ungria Copy Share Image
