THREE DAYS AFTER HE WAS MURDERED, RICHARD PRATT BEGAN TO FEEL MUCH BETTER...
A seemingly random act of violence propels Professor Richard Pratt into The Hereafter. It is a strange, muted, netherworld of the dead-a world in which he is forced to bear...
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I heard an anguished cry in an empty street. It woke me like a lion from the veldt, furious upon the dew-moist grass.
Cold terror upon my cheeks. Hands knotted in the sheets. Eyes wide in the dark.
My nakedness an invitation to the predator.
Heart beating in the lonely room, I trembled...
—Excerpt from "The Lonely Room" by Keith Woo, as it appears in "The Heavy Work of Vanishing: The Collected Poetry of Keith Woo," edited by Pi'ilani Kilani, page 238.
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