Elena Karina Byrne: “THE ORPHAN OF SILENCE (An Interrupted Essay)”

                        I just knew they had to be silent… the pain is not out in the room, the pain                         in ourselves is invisible, inside ourselves.                                                             –– Bill Viola

Poetry: Truong Tran

you read a book that begins as obligation you owe it to your friend who was once your student you read it in the hopes of framing its virtues in a few sentences you read a book in the shape…