The Last Day of Spring
April 20, 2018[…] showers of sparks float shimmering and singly down through the warm, cricket-noisy air to melt in the black grass. Laurie sighed and rolled down the window a little, not quite enough to blow Carol’s […]
[…] showers of sparks float shimmering and singly down through the warm, cricket-noisy air to melt in the black grass. Laurie sighed and rolled down the window a little, not quite enough to blow Carol’s […]
Religions is for women. Says Madeleine, Portuguese-Catholic, chunky in her black pleated skirts, cackling always, nudging God. Women believe it. Women practice it. When pews are filled they are filled with women. Men eh […]
[…] an odd way, did look like Connor Stuart, having hooked eyebrows and a shaggy mustache scribbled in black crayon on a floursack face. Nobody deserved worship more than Connor. When the stake president had […]
[…] wore levis and a sweatshirt and munched on peaches while the true middle-aged ladies gathered around the blackboard at break-time and breathed questions at Mr. Turnwall. “Any interesting people in your lit class?” JoAnn […]
[…] when we entered and left St. George because we drove between the cutaway sides of a long, black snake of a ridge. On our way to visit our grandparents, my brothers and sisters and […]
[…] scores. I’d be a fool to say, “I’m crazy for you, Honey,” while he’s concentrating on the Black Hawks. We were engaged to be married then, and Sackler was sitting at the white table […]
[…] an intellectual conversation was nothing to sneeze at. And indeed a response did await him, scribbled in black magic marker: Who gives a shit. Hewlett was unappreciative of the profanity and scribbled, I do! […]
[…] water gurgled from a rock, pouring out like soft laughter from the earth. The sky above grew black as a great flock of birds flew overhead, flying south, fleeing the cold. It was the […]
[…] money, then quietly bought up their leases. A year or two after Grandpa lost his claim, the Black Drake oil well gushed up under that area and, with the accompanying fire, lit the midnight […]
[…] them. In the wedding picture my father had small ears like mine and my dark-brown eyes, almost black. His hair was the same light blond. Another picture showed him in an army uniform, wearing […]