We were in Iaeger at The Hollywood Dairy Bar. A diner-type joint on the shoulder of Route 52 in McDowell County, West Virginia. Pa was talking about hot dogs and how ‘you can’t beat ’em at this price’ when a red pickup drove by. “Me and him,” Pa pointed at the passing truck, “We was
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I got up at 4:45 yesterday morning to go to the gym. Alyssa, my trainer, completely kicked my butt. At one point I had to take five and head to The Ladies because I thought ‘I’m either gonna pass out, or puke, and neither of those will look good on this carpet.’ I had to
“Because of the Anagrams dispute it has been decided to devote the rest of this space to a page specially written for people who like figures of speech, for the not a few fans of litotes, and those with no small interest in meiosis, for the infinite millions of hyperbole-lovers, for those fond of hypallage,
I haven’t blogged much this week because the monitor makes my face hurt. I’m obliged to attach myself to it for five hours, most days, but more than that I haven’t the heart for. Sinuses are causing the left side of my face to divorce the right. I’ve grown a whole new wrinkle this month
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I’ve been trying to get my head organised this week. Last night, when I slept, I could hear it beating against my pillow. I’ve spent ten hours editing photos today. My bum hurts from sitting so much. I ate an ice cream sandwich, and two eggs. I haven’t been to the gym since Monday. I
Summer faded into fall and the leaves began to drop. To rot by the road and on the mountain side. Old Man Bishop killed a hog. Invited the whole town out for pulled pork and revival. The place needed a soul cleaning and a man from Alabama was coming to do just that. In a
“Young writers often suppose that style is a garnish for the meat of prose, a sauce by which a dull dish is made palatable. Style has no such separate entity; is nondetachable, unfilterable. The beginner should approach style warily, realizing that it is himself he is approaching, no other; and he should begin by turning
“I don’t see any use in having a uniform and arbitrary way of spelling words. We might as well make all clothes alike and cook all dishes alike. Sameness is tiresome; variety is pleasing. I have a correspondent whose letters are always a refreshment to me, there is such a breezy unfettered originality about his
She didn’t have much in life – mostly – but she had this. Authority bought by age. And she hated it. Hated the pain and the rigidness and the way life seemed to have left her, a bit at a time, until now….now nothing was left but tired old skin. Deflated and hanging. Folded all
I feel like I’ve been run over by a herd of elephants. Kicked in the head for good measure. And I have moths. How do you even get moths? They’re eating holes through my cashmere. Barring those smelly little balls that make your wardrobe reek of your grandmother’s mother…I have no idea how to get
