And then all at once I was invisible fire, heaving, wings and bosom and vinegar so crisp it’d make your eyes water, but you can’t say shit like that in prose. Sorry.
“The Baby” by Annie Neugebauer in THE REMAINS Issue 4
@annieneugebauer.bsky.social
#sundaysentence
We have a fantastic new novelette up today at Nightmare about a small-town animal control officer just trying to save a dog during the apocalypse.
DO NOT MISS "Will the Last One to Leave Please Turn Out the Lights?" by @gordonbwhite.bsky.social !!
www.nightmare-magazine.com/fiction/will...
Milo Todd discusses his novel THE LILAC PEOPLE (Counterpoint Press/@catapultbooks.bsky.social) with Aiden Grace Smith necessaryfiction.com/interviews/a...
At the thought of how I was betraying a kindly, decent man, my emotions stood ready to be opened easily, like a drawer that slides out at a touch #SundaySentence
No accomplishment, not in climbing, not in writing, not anywhere, could save you.
CRUX by Gabriel Tallent #sundaysentence
Thank you to my friend Maureen for sharing this! One of my favorite poems in the collection.
The cover of Notes of a Native Son, with a photo of a Black man, only his face shown, as a cutout on a yellow-orange background
"It is the peculiar triumph of society--and its loss--that it is able to convince those people to whom it has given inferior status of the reality of this decree; it has the force and the weapons to translate this dictum into fact"
- Notes of a Native Son by James Baldwin
#SundaySentence
What are these photographs now though except brief glimpses in time, fleeting moments that add up to nothing, that tell you nothing, really, tiny pieces of a puzzle that’s always shifting and changing and never quite complete.
The Imagined Life, a novel by Andrew Porter
#SundaySentence
Damned - thou saucy witch!
Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights
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The cover of Toni Morrison's novel "Sula" as designed by Carol Devine Carson: on a field the color of deep green-blue jewels, gold script spells out the title on a slight slant, the large letter S in sweeping cursive.
"Maybe it hadn't been a community, but it had been a place. Now there weren't any places left, just separate houses with separate televisions and separate telephones and less and less dropping by."
—from Toni Morrison's "Sula"
💙📚 #BookSky #SundaySentence
You once told me love was all consuming; / devouring everything around it / and not even spitting out the bones.
“It’s a Monster Blood Drive!” from THE POET WHO CRIED MONSTER by John Sara @johnsarawriter.bsky.social @alienbuddhapress.bsky.social
#SundaySentence
Her ruin suited her, like crushed silk.
Maria Reva, Endling
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It wasn’t far. It never is. The horror. It’s always so much closer than we think.
Atrophy Wife by Gary McMahon
REMAINS issue 3 #SundaySentence
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Sometimes, a person reaches a point in their life when it becomes absolutely essential to get the fuck out of the city #SundaySentence
Her face was so artificially plumped and frozen that it resembled a Greek mask that slid between genres and setttled on tragicomedy.
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She was golden and glorious. She was as merciless as the sun.
The Bright Day by Priya Sharma
NIGHT AND DAY edited by Ellen Datlow
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Same
There is a logic, and this logic has a name. It’s called state terror. #sundaysentence #humanrights @mashagessen.bsky.social
Jack London (John Griffith London) was an American novelist, journalist and activist. Born: 1876, San Francisco, California. Died: 1916, Glen Ellen, California.
• The Iron Heel was first published in 1908 (Macmillan). • From Ch. VI, Adumbrations. Source: Literary Classics of the United States, Inc., 1982, New York, N.Y. Eleventh Printing, The Library of America.
#SundaySentence
"I mean that there is a shadow of something colossal and menacing that even now is beginning to fall across the land; call it the shadow of an oligarchy, if you will."
- Jack London, c. 1908
Take it from me, you do not want to room with anyone who actively lives like he’s dying.
I LOVE YOU BUT I’VE CHOSEN DARKNESS by Claire Vaye Watkins
#sundaysentence
“People like you to be something, preferably what they are.”
John Steinbeck, East of Eden
I first read it in college. I decided it was time to re-read. Remarkable prose.
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"There is no humiliation so entire as not being quite good enough" — Elizabeth Jane Howard, "The Long View"
#SundaySentence
Why do you look for the living among the dead.
III.
by Jos Charles from Rejected Lit Magazine
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True story
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The heart of a person, even in troubled times, is a hopeful place.
GOOD DIRT by Charmaine Wilkerson
#sundaysentence
Someone asked me to comment on the anniversary of Jan 6. I will consider having comments on it….should it ever end. We are very much still reaching for the nadir of this reclamation. No time yet for historicizing it. Still trying to survive it.
….a story can be beautiful not because of the way it ends. But because of the way it’s written.
― Alison Espach, The Wedding People
#SundaySentence #2
Loving this book so much! Totally unexpected st
