Man is always beginning everything anew, even in his own life.
Felicia knew why he was there. He was waiting. Waiting for her.
The survival of our world depends upon the cultivation of better language.
“We see you tryin’ to hide. Ain’t no use tryin’ to hide in God’s House.”
A Memory in Limbo
It could be plucked from anyone’s childhood, so achingly familiar are the sights and sounds of a grown-up party in this coming-of-age vignette.
Have two children to keep around the house in case one goes missing.
Tongue, eye, nose—which has the shortest route to the brain, heart?
Here’s where memory, where waves of light washed over him.
I knew it was Bible hell she had in mind, hell that went on and on.
“Maybe you should leave the rumba to those who know how to do it.”
He ended every year in this manner, writing and dreaming.
Narrative offers any reader a modern pocket library.
We are in his car. “Bell, I’m starving. Want to go for a burger or pizza?”
I panic. Pizza. 285 calories per slice. Burgers. Harder to estimate.
Chess was a humiliation that hung over him like a leper’s bell.
“I’d like to talk to C about her personal statement,” Blattman said.
Our house sits alone out in the country, seven miles north of town.
I can see on him how things are changing for and against us.
Lorenzo and me, we’d squat our own building. It was the new frontier.
My daughter’s favorite game is Holocaust. She’s quite inventive.
I want to remember us this way—sun streaming through the window.
Streetlights throw the blinds against the ceiling. It’s 7:00 p.m.
Royal baby George is tucked in the crook of his mother’s elbow.
Advance planning was never Hank’s strong suit, he had to leave her.
Paul King was shiftless and drunken; ugly tales were told of him.
For all the stories they’d concocted, the real one electrified them.
She did not leave him for the sailor. So why should he be angry?
So that’s what I’d look like if every beauty parlor in the world shut down.
Two weeks after she and Mark were married, Hannah fell in love.