Sunday Six

Six sentences for Sunday, April 27: "Have you ever seen a man drown?" he asked. "Close up, I mean.” “I can’t say that I have.” “Once when I first started out, I was in a shaft that collapsed—started taking on water. I managed to get free, but the man I was working with was pinned. …

Sunday Six

Six sentences (only slightly late) for Sunday, April 20th: The air smells of bleach, one of her earliest memories. Under the vaulted skylights, the spectators’ seats. Here the chlorine permeates even into the carpet, the wooden benches sweet with damp. How many meets must her parents have watched from this vantage point, how many hours …

Sunday Six

Six sentences for Sunday, April 13: The Reyes girls were truly a sight to behold, each more beautiful than the next. They shared their father’s tall, spare frame, but that was where the resemblance ended. Where he was sand and silver, they were all shadow and light, skin like the peeled back flesh of birches, …

Sunday Six

In lieu of six new sentences this week, I thought I'd share some of my six favorite typos from my thesis revisions: making a home for that brief in our hearts carved from previous jade white gossamer dressing down She keeps nicely behind class The maid sits down the tray what an elegant profile, what …