They sat on a bench and Sproule held his wounded arm to his chest and rocked back and forth and blinked in the sun. What do you want to do? said the kid.Get a drink of water.Other than that.I dont kno...
They heard somewhere in that tenantless night a bell that tolled and ceased where no bell was and they rode out on the round dais of the earth which alone was dark and no light to it and which carried...
There are other good guys. You said so. Yes.So where are they? They're hiding. Who are they hiding from? From each other.
Then they set out along the blacktop in the gunmetal light, shuffling through the ash, each the other's world entire.
The world shrinking down about a raw core of parsible entities. The names of things slowly following those things into oblivion. Colors. The names of birds. Things to eat. Finally the names of things...
The wisdom of the journeyman is to work one day at a time and he always said that any job even if it took years was made up out of a day's work. Nothing more. Nothing less. That was hard for me to lea...
The universe is no narrow thing and the order within it is not constrained by any latitude in its conception to repeat what exists in one part in any other part. Even in this world more things exist w...
The subject was war. The good book says that he that lives by the sword shall perish by the sword, said the black. The judge smiled, his face shining with grease. What right man would have it any othe...
The sand where he sat was warm to the touch but the night beyond the fire was sharp with the cold. He got up and dragged fresh wood in under the bridge. He stood listening. The boy didnt stir. He sat...
The mother dead these fourteen years did incubate in her own bosom the creature who would carry her off.
The man's labor that did the work is in the work. You can't make it go away. Even if it's paid for it's still there. If ownership lies in the benefit to a man then the mason owns all the work he does...
The hardest lesson in the world:Maybe it's just that when things are gone they're gone. They aint comin back.
The flames sawed in the wind and the embers paled and deepened and paled and deepened like the bloodbeat of some living thing eviscerate upon the ground before them and they watched the fire which doe...
The faintly lit hatchway lay in the dark of the yard like a grave yawning at judgement day in some old apocalyptic painting.
The faint light all about, quivering and sourceless, refracted in the rain of drifting soot.
The clocks stopped at 1:17. A long shear of light and then a series of low concussions. He got up and went to the window. What is it? she said. He didnt answer. He went to the bathroom and threw the l...
The boy was sitting quietly on the bunk, still wrapped in the blanket, watching. The man thought he had probably not fully committed himself to any of this. You could wake in the dark wet woods at any...
The blackness he woke to on those nights was sightless and impenetrable. A blackness to hurt your ears with listening.
The ashes of the late world carried on the bleak and temporal winds to and fro in the void. Carried forth and scattered and carried forth again.
The arc of circling bodies is determined by the length of their tether, said the judge. Moons,coins,men.