ExploreCrime & Punishment
A gravely ill man was waiting for me in a village ten miles distant.
The prisoners were ten ragged scarecrows wearing prison suits.
Felicia knew why he was there. He was waiting. Waiting for her.
“Maybe you should leave the rumba to those who know how to do it.”
For all the stories they’d concocted, the real one electrified them.
We never really had what might be considered a normal conversation.
I needed a paycheck a lot more than I needed to be kissed.
On my way to the airport I hit a Christian. This was in Arkansas.
If he’d had that seat belt on, he would have been pinned inside.
I want to say hold these harp strings steady atop the tallest summit.
Always I obliged the urban tree, any speechless unblessed nature.
The hound, the leash, the fence, the hens. So many of them.
My relationship with god resembled that of a prisoner and firing squad.
Tony’d had guns pulled on him more times than he had toes.
She countered the reverence of his efforts stroke by stroke, tit for tat.
He was gentle and slow, like a blind man washing dishes.
He’s weirdly hard to pay attention to, even when he’s threatening you.
I can’t talk yet. But I know things. I will tell you all this later when I can.
A Good Samaritan refused is no more good than any Bad Samaritan.
Keely finally stops crying when they step outside. The shock of cold.
Like a ghost, he appeared at the entrance of his hermitage.
The man protested, I didn’t do anything. He needed the job. I only kissed her.
Your intelligence and charisma would serve you well in life.
Pete gazes into his mother’s soul and finds a piece of smoldering coal.
She transfigured into a swallow in flight, or a hippo in the rainy season.
At first my dad was optimistic that he could be a one-armed farmer.
He sees the slight swelling of her breasts in the open collar of her blouse.
We loaded the packs and started down, into the bluing of dusk.
Three fingers had been cut from her right hand, two from her left.