Then I made me way into the tottering house itself and found it all in shambles. A clothesline freighted with frilly red underwear, not mine...
The ConsultantCatherynne M. Valente
She walks into my life legs first, a long drink of water in the desert of my thirties. Her shoes are red; her eyes are green
Grandfather Chandler says God made only two kinds of bloodweed: the stiff grass with greenish-purple flowers that grows wild in the ditches hereabouts...
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It was Benjamin Howard’s wedding day, the second of his life and, he hoped, the last. Annette, the bride-to-be, was asleep in the bed he...
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“Salvation” is the third chapter of Langston Hughes’s memoir The Big Sea, but this two-page tour de force of prose is also a compact...
On "Sweethearts" by Richard FordRichard Ford
Yes, we could have played it safe and inaugurated this series with something by Chekhov or Gogol or by someone like Alice Munro, who writes nothing...