“That spring Skylar’s senses tuned exquisitely into nature. He noticed the first gorgeous flowering of the rosebud cherry trees, whose blossoms were unevenly pink, ranging from rose to pastel, and further, even to white, and which, from a distance looked hoary. The long-stamened, yellow-green flowers of the Ohio Buckeyes appeared just before their distinctive, five-parted […]
Continue reading“After the waves spent themselves against the sand, the lazy whitewater spume formed crescent shapes, which overlapped like paint blobs on an artist’s palette, some superjacent, some underneath. As I lost my sense of a separate self, a physical form with a so-called mind contained in that shape, my soul flowed out, spreading, deliquescing, and […]
Continue reading“If Bunker was the supreme leader, more ceremonial and symbolic in nature, his adjutant, Mr. Browning, was the man of the people. Browning was charming, in the most old-fashioned sense of the word. A New Englander who carried all the shadings of that origin, he wore black glasses that constantly slipped down onto the ridge […]
Continue reading“Corey, handsome as a male model, with backswept chestnut hair and robust frame, held on his arm, like a gardenia nosegay scenting the atmosphere about her with the hot redolence of a tropical night’s blooms, exotic Sophia, sinuosity made flesh, bodily as lithe and colorful as a serpent, but with the face of a tawny […]
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