“Thieves,” Officer Summers said, “are generally lazy.”
Near dawn I wake. / The pale blue light cascades over me. / It drills and spills down through me…
He fought the steering wheel as the old Pontiac struggled to keep its footing in the dense falling snow . . .
A bar of sunlight woke me up this morning and I told my husband that I wanted to watch one of those twenty-four-hour news channels.
“In Eyre Square the boy Victor waited, watching the front entrance of the Great Southern Hotel. The bells of the Abbey church struck 2:00 am in the rain-solaced silence.”
The sparrow literally dropped through the flue into Helen’s cold fire place at just barely daylight. At first, she thought she imagined it.
Blades reached her just as the light at State and Washington turned green . . .
“Keep Portland Weird.” I see it on signs all over town, but what does it even mean?
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