Like a submarine ejecting ballast, he bobbed to the surface as another sense pulled his eyelids all the way open like roller blinds in the old cartoons.
Wisdom Is The Principal Thing
I studied his face, and as I did, I realized that he was studying me, our thoughts tangling in mid-air for a moment.
At that exact moment, 6-0-0, the sun climbed over the skyline of oaks, revealing its full summer angry-god self. Its reection ared across the river toward our house, a long, blaring nger aimed at me through our frail bedroom curtains. Accusing: You have been seen. You will be seen.
Jeopardy, Mom! You have got to get on Jeopardy! Seriously! You could marry Alex Trebek! You could be Alex and Alex Trebek! You could be Alex SQUARED!
I am Not a Pirate, I merely watch movies and delete them. Never store them on my computer.
Writing the middle of a novel is a lot like driving through Texas. You think it’s never going to end, and the scenery looks the same.
So, you think your coffee-addicted mother is amusing.
O’ melancholy,hectic chill for human soul,herewith dismal presence,any spirit does descent.
I don’t know how these things died without benefit of a bullet to the brain pan. They seemed to exist in an eternal twilight of longing.