Americas national pastime is not really baseball but football. Unlike baseball, which is equally popular in Japan, Taiwan and many Latin American countries, no one else shares Americas pigskin passion, a sport in which collective rage is ritualized and celebrated, a colorful spectacle of cool violence, an American specialty.
I think vesicle is the most beautiful word in the English language. He was lying face down, shirt burnt off, back steaming. I myself was bleeding. There was a harvest of vesicles on his back. His body wept.
Oh Great, she yelled, a fox hole! and jumps right in. And just in time, too, because a shell immediately explodes a few feet away, throwing a clump of dirt on her head.
Linh Dinh is the author of a book of poems, Drunkard Boxing (Singing Horse Press, 1998), and the editor of a short story anthology, Night, Again: Contemporary Fiction from Vietnam (Seven Stories Press, 1996). A collection of his short stories, Fake House, will be published in October by Seven Stories Press.