I'd have sunk in the car if Marcus Jetty hadn't been doing a little late-season beachcombing. Marcus runs Greenstone Salvage and Tinker, a famous local eyesore of bike frames, tube amps, hula poppers,...
Hope is like yeast, you know, rising under warmth.
A person never knows what is next -- I don't, anyway. The surface of everything is thinner than we know. A person can fall right through, without any warning at all.
I felt laden. Air itself has weight and mass, and Kansas had the most air of anywhere I'd ever been.
We beat the drum slowly and played the fife lowly,and bitterly wept as we bore him along.For we all loved our comrade so brave, young and handsome, we all loved our comrade although he'd done wrong.Th...
Once torched by truth, a little thing like faith is easy.
Before reaching Grassy Butte, though, Dad spied a farmhouse with two pumps in the drive and a red-and-white sign out front saying DALE'S OIL COMPANY. Another sign said CLOSED, but a light was on in th...
The evidence of my life lay before me, and I was unconvinced.
For his life seemed a curving line, capricious, moment by moment inviting grace.
Sleep that day was a warm pool into which I dove and stayed, sporadically lifting my head to sense the world.
You can embark on new and steeper versions of your old sin, you know, and cry tears doing it that are genuine as any.
Oh, his speed was no shock—speed was never Alec’s problem. It was his precision that astonished. Because listen: How many pitchers in any league have a fastball with its own nickname? And what kind of...
Quixotically.
Waltzer was stirred by the boy’s assurance under stress. Waltzer believed in invented destiny and invented some then and there.
Dudgeon
I remember it as October days are always remembered, cloudless, maple-flavored, the air gold and so clean it quivers.
Speculators make me nervous, I managed to say in a slow soggy tone. What needless suspicion, he said. To speculate is to imagine. To wonder. At least I think that’s what he said, before a shape sank p...
We and the world, my children, will always be at war. Retreat is impossible. Arm yourselves.
How could we not believe the Lord would guide us? How could we not have faith? For the foundation had been laid in prayer and sorrow. Since that fearful night, Dad has responded with the almost imposs...
....her life would be a giddy crossword, working down from some clues and across from others.
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