There was a moment when I felt a sort of thin, hot disappointment, as when a fish slips off the line. Only I was the one going to be lost.
“Saint Marie” by Louise Erdrich
Quotes
Within the compartment, the sound of our quick breathing was louder than the clatter of tracks. I was trying to slow down, to make it all last, and when she covered my mouth with her hand I turned my face to the window and looked out.
“Pet Milk” by Stuart Dybek
Within the compartment, the sound of our quick breathing was louder than the clatter of tracks. I was trying to slow down, to make it all last, and when she covered my mouth with her hand I turned my face to the window and looked out.
“Pet Milk” by Stuart Dybek
March. After the thaw. I am walking through the cemetery, thinking about my endless life. One of the beauties of living in Cleveland is that any direction feels like progress. I’ve memorized the map.
“White Angel” by Michael Cunningham
March. After the thaw. I am walking through the cemetery, thinking about my endless life. One of the beauties of living in Cleveland is that any direction feels like progress. I’ve memorized the map.
“White Angel” by Michael Cunningham
‘Warrior queens,’ she said, wrapping her thin strong arms around me. ‘I raised warrior queens.’ She kissed me fiercely and went into the woods by herself.
“Silver Water” by Amy Bloom
‘Warrior queens,’ she said, wrapping her thin strong arms around me. ‘I raised warrior queens.’ She kissed me fiercely and went into the woods by herself.
“Silver Water” by Amy Bloom
Rahima told her that she was doing a bad thing, and God would be angry with her. In Amrika they would make her child pray to Jishu. She would surely go to hell because she let her child go with kristans. But Amrika and kristan did not make much sense to her.
“The Daily Woman” by Niaz Zaman
Rahima told her that she was doing a bad thing, and God would be angry with her. In Amrika they would make her child pray to Jishu. She would surely go to hell because she let her child go with kristans. But Amrika and kristan did not make much sense to her.
“The Daily Woman” by Niaz Zaman
‘For me, a kiss. Imagine six little girls sitting before their easels twenty years ago, down by the side of a lake, painting the water-lilies, the first red water-lilies I’d ever seen. And suddenly a kiss, there on the back of my neck. And my hand shook all the afternoon so that I couldn’t paint. I took out my watch and marked the hour when I would allow myself to think of the kiss for five minutes only–it was so precious–the kiss of an old grey-haired woman with a wart on her nose, the mother of all my kisses all my life.’
“Kew Gardens” by Virginia Woolf