Sunday Sentence


In which I participate in David Abrams’s “Sunday Sentence” project, sharing the best sentence I’ve read during the past week, “out of context and without commentary.”

And, the bluing dusk,
the empty road
and the ice falling slow
could make the world blur.

Source, “After Death,” in Finding Fruit Among Thorns, poems by Christie Grimes.

Sunday Sentence


In which I participate in David Abrams’s “Sunday Sentence” project, sharing the best sentence I’ve read during the past week, “out of context and without commentary.”

What Abe soon found was that, best intentions notwithstanding, no one can control how the media communicates a story and what the public eventually understands.

Source: Alexandra Zapruder, Twenty-six Seconds: A Personal History of the Zapruder Film (advance uncorrected proof; I’m trusting that that sentence will remain unchanged).

Sunday Sentence

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In which I participate in David Abrams’s “Sunday Sentence” project, sharing the best sentence I’ve read during the past week, “out of context and without commentary.”

Because in that story, the one in which I star, my computer bursts into flames and the pages of my books dissolve, the words dancing their way toward my child, who inhales them deeply, allows them to fill her, and easily, easily breathes them out.

Source: “Something We Share, Something We Don’t” (Robin Black, Crash Course: Essays from Where Writing and Life Collide)