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Say God's not fire, say anything, say God's
a phone, maybe. You know you didn't order a phone,
but there it is. It rings. You don't know who it could be.
You don't want to talk, so you pull out
the plug. It rings. You smash it with a hammer
till it bleeds springs and coils and clobbery
metal bits. It rings aga... See more
Staying Power
may you never die till I shoot you.
James Joyce • Dubliners (Illustrated Edition)
david foster wallace
Michael Dean • 2 cards
The absence of her aunt did not exist only in the places where she ought to have been – in the empty bed, the tapestry armchair, the places on the kitchen floor where she’d worn the linoleum thin – it existed down to the last corner of the house. She was gone from the bathroom pipes, she was gone from the doormat, she was gone from the bone-handled
... See moreSarah Perry • Enlightenment
Sylvie is married to your father. Alice ran this sentence through her head, but there were too many errors for a copy editor to fix. The structure buckled under its own weight.
Ann Napolitano • Hello Beautiful: THE INSTANT NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER
Marie Howe’s New and Selected Poems “The Meadow:”
… Bedeviled,
human, your plight, in waking,
is to choose from the words that even now sleep on your tongue,
and to know that tangled among them and
terribly new is the sentence that could change your life.
