Mr. George Core, the longest-serving editor in the history of the Sewanee Review, passed away on October 14, 2023.
At home, Mom and Dad tell us to get ready for dinner. We’re having a family talk.
For me, the urge to write lies atop a bedrock of panic.
If I write enough about time or perception or this blinkered, fragile body, will I get to have it, any of it?
“Thank you, gentlemen,” said Cassandra, smiling widely at them as she pushed ahead. Excellence, indefatigableness. Inward and down.
Two workers, one on either side of the hole, pull The ladder through.
He was a black hole of a man. Growing up, Elle watched with envy how willingly the men and women he met got sucked in.
Looking back, I believe my father’s extravagance endeavored to compensate for the sorrows that haunted our family.
listen, madonna, he’s worth it like a box of hot krispy kremes is worth it
I’m writing you from the head of a pin, to mark it. I think I’m the only one dancing up here.
Lucky to have learned that certain slant of love, the metal scent of doing without.
