I remember it as October days are always remembered, cloudless, maple-flavored, golden and so clean it quivers.
SOON, he replied, which makes better sense under the rules of that country than ours. VERY SOON! he added, clasping my hands; then, unable to keep from laughing, he pushed off from the rock like a boy...
The surface of everything is thinner than we know. A person can fall right through, without any warning at all.
No miracle happens without a witness. Someone to declare, Here’s what I saw. Here’s how it went. Make of it what you will.
Once in school, going down to lunch from our third-floor classroom, Valentino Vail had leaned over the banister without warning and loosed a cataract of orange vomit. The stairway was the usual open s...
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,...
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...
....her life would be a giddy crossword, working down from some clues and across from others.
The evidence of my life lay before me, and I was unconvinced.
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...
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...
For his life seemed a curving line, capricious, moment by moment inviting grace.
Where do you think you’re going? Dr. Nokes demanded…. What do you have for directions? And Dad… said, I have the substance of things hoped for. I have the anticipation of things unseen
I felt laden. Air itself has weight and mass, and Kansas had the most air of anywhere I'd ever been.
One of her recent letters asks, Is it hubris to believe we all live epics? (Perhaps it is, but I suspect she’s not actually counting on me for an answer.)
Quixotically.
Was working the cold up
Even as we sat, prying lids off milk bottles, we could hear the persecuted cooks banging around back in the kitchen, grandmas barking at each other, preparing the daily grotesque.
This was maybe best of all. I never once expected to be someone's nice surprise.
I remember it as October days are always remembered, cloudless, maple-flavored, the air gold and so clean it quivers.
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