This Forest eats itself and lives forever.
There is a strange moment in time, after something horrible happens, when you know it's true, but you haven't told anyone yet.
The room looks as if a giant dog after a large lunch of food, socks, paints, trousers and pencils, walked into that room and vomited everywhere.
The policy of our nation is made in cities, controlled largely by urban voters who aren’t well informed about the changes on the face of our land, and the men and women who work it.
The gods you do not pay are the ones that can curse you best.
The flatness was stultifying. She wouldn’t say this aloud because in light of other worries it seemed self-indulgent, but Willa missed mountains. Missed them hard, with the psychic equivalent of a too...
That would be Axelroot all over, to turn up with an extra wife or two claiming that’s how they do it here. Maybe he’s been in Africa so long he has forgotten that we Christians have our own system of...
That would be Axelroot all over, to turn up with an extra wife or two claiming that's how they do it here. Maybe he's been in Africa so long he's forgotten that we Christians have our own system of ma...
Tall and straight I may appear, but I will always be Adah inside. A crooked little person trying to tell the truth. The power is in the balance: we are our injuries, as much as we are our successes.
So Noah cursed all Ham's children to be slaves forever and ever. That's how come them to turn out dark
Shoes, then, sliding me across the floor to greet the day. Dreaming of coffee. I’m afraid I didn’t miss the physical presence of my husband in his absences as much as I missed coffee.
She stops trying to talk for a while, since there is nothing to say about a lost child that can change one star in a father’s lonely sky.
Poor Congo, barefoot bride of men who took her jewels and promised the Kingdom.
Over the phone, her laughter sounded like a warm bath.
One day we came home from some errands to find a grocery sack of them hanging on our mailbox. The perpetrator, of course, was nowhere in sight. Wow, we all said—what a good idea! Garrison Keillor says...
On the day of the hunt I came to know in the slick center of my bones this one thing: all animals kill to survive, and we are animals.
Mexico admits you through an arched stone orifice into the tree-filled courtyard of its heart, where a dog pisses against a wall and a waiter hustles through a curtain of jasmine to bring a bowl of to...
Many bright people are really in the dark about vegetable life. Biology teachers face kids in classrooms who may not even believe in the metamorphosis of bud to flower to fruit and seed, but rather, s...
Lately whenever I’d scratched somebody’s surface I’d turned up a ghost story.
Killing is a culturally loaded term, for most of us inextricably tied up with some version of a command that begins, Thou shalt not. Every faith has it. And for all but perhaps the Jainists of India,...