On Getting Along
You ask how I manage to stay involved and remain seemingly happy and adjusted to this awful world...
You ask how I manage to stay involved and remain seemingly happy and adjusted to this awful world...
The factory is a large, barn-like structure that houses bolts of fabric, cutting tables, massive...
There is grandeur in this view of life, with its several powers, having been originally breathed...
This is a short book because most books about writing are filled with bullshit. Fiction writers,...
It was not so interesting driving at night. No dogs to see, only the highway lighted with his...
“Where are you going now?” “Mr. Mancuso and his aunt, they gonna pick me up in a few minutes. We...
And here is Henry, Thomas’s younger brother, already recognized as one of the most ambitious...
One of these people, a woman, sits on the rocks to watch the sunset every afternoon. She wears a...
“I know it’s a bright colour,” the owner said. “It’s...
Along the block some people were out on their porches looking at him and the motorcycle. The...
You know what I get to wondering, Maurice? Tell me, Charlie. About death, Moss. Here we go. Is it...
He spent the night in a vacant lot, cowering under a profusion of weedy growths and pinprick...