I also smell it on you.
How do you handle it when your anger brims over the edge of the pot? You use the shortened version of the Serenity Prayer, which is Fuck it. Like Voltaire’s Candide tending his own garden or the Briti...
How do you caution a fawn about a cigarette a motorist has just flipped from his car window into a patch of yellow grass, or tell a sparrow that winged creatures eventually plummet to earth?
Hope was the light that allowed man to prevail in the worst of circumstances. But it also could become the narcotic of the self-deluded and the naive.
He had been humiliated and treated like the white trash he was. Under the bedsheet that hides the identity of every Ku Klux Klansman is a cretinous, vicious, and childlike human being whose last holdo...
The crowd, bathed in light, his posture and trim
The belly button; hair protruded from the top of his belt. This is Travis Lebeau, Clete said. Tell Dave what
Resolution by itself is not enough; we are what we do, not what we think and feel.
One of the basic tenets of A.A.—that there is no possession more valuable than a sober sunrise, and any drunk who demands more out of life than that will probably
Inextricable
Dreams are not a mystery. They simply represent our hopes and fears,
About himself.
Those are props from a film we made about a serial killer. He gave me the title and named the actors and the directors. My head was throbbing. I couldn’t process
This piece of land was our original sin, except we had found no baptismal rite to expunge it from our lives.
The wind becomes your indispensable ally. When the trees and undergrowth and sometimes the elephant grass begin to thrash, the object that does not move or the shadow that remains like a tin cutout be...
The evening sky was streaked with purple, the color of torn plums, and a light rain had started to fall when I came to the end of the blacktop road that cut through twenty miles of thick, almost impen...
The collapse of the economy, the systemic spread of fear, the threat of imagined foreign adversaries would probably be enough to pull it off. But one way or another
THE TAILINGS OF the monsoon season moved across the sun that evening, darkening and wetting the land and lighting the sky with electricity that quivered and disappeared between the buttes and the clou...
THE SUN HAD just crested on the horizon like a misplaced planet, swollen and molten and red, lighting a landscape that seemed sculpted out of clay and soft stone and marked by the fossilized tracks of...
Sometimes your luck runs out and you have to accept that the life you planned was a dream written on water.