[…] to clear away the wreckage from one of her crash’n’burn lunches for us missionaries: over-fried, breaded steaks, black beans and rice (abnormally cooked in the same pan to give a uniform blackness to both), […]
[…] those, too. Finally I sat down one day and started a play. It came pretty fast. I di rected it as part of the season for the professional summer theater that I produce. I […]
[…] I saw—the very first thing, Hawk—was this dead soldier lying on his pack, staring up at me. Black boy, eyes wide-open, one ear missing, smiling like he was going to ask for a hand […]
[…] the old shows. She would mark up her TV Guide thoroughly and often watched them alone. Anything black and white that featured a recognizable Hollywood movie star qualified as an “old show.” It was […]
[…] every major U.S. denomination, especially if not supported by the United Nations. David Skidmore, writing for Episcopal News Services in December 2002, reported: In a letter to President Bush drafted Thanksgiving week and signed […]
[…] blue glass. And she was graceful, like a bird landing on a snow-covered branch. He keeps a black-and-white photo of her in his wallet. I look at it, trying to remember her face, but […]
[…] aroused, strive forward. Ravens’ voices rattle in the cliffs. From time to time, I see a single black bird dip into the wind and sway from rim to rim. Its lazy skimming across a […]
[…] rock. Under yesterday’s snow, the canyon was a field of dark eyes and mouths, black, braided ropes running down walls, uncovered, untouched. The stones wore mantillas, fall gardens became […]
[…] Latham Runyon got up from the bed and clumped down to the kitchen phone. He lifted the black handset and stuck his finger in the first hole. He paused a moment, just to feel […]
[…] basis of their form, more than eighty psalms fall into one of three types: hymn, individual and community “lament” (petition), and thanksgiving. About thirty more can be grouped together according to their subject as […]