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He lives in the Houston area, where he recently finished a novel and a short story collection. Now Oscar Wilde and my brother had identical baskets. She studies the gunmetal hollow belly and then puts it back. A roll cushion inside that can be removed to store jewelry and other accessories. Under his eyes the shadows were gray, permanent. Whatever this confidence really is—joke, self-deprecation, plea, pridefulness—persona or author—fiction or nonfiction—who cares? Jewelry Box is a collection of intimate histories, concentrated renderings of getting older, leaving, remembering. But it is a reminder of the difference between what we hold in our lyrical hearts and its outward representation.
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Sometimes mundane things are fascinating, only because we don't generally dwell on them. Once into the Night is a collection of 57 brief stories—a fictional autobiography made of assumed identities and what-ifs. About the Author is the author of two novels, and , and three previous collections: , , and. Dogs wear crowns, if you let them. And then she picked up her car keys and her purse. The box was stitched red silk, puffy and soft, padded and embroidered with flowers and leaves and birds. In the end, what you want from a jewelry box is interest—of form, color, texture, history, personal meaning, delight, the sense of life itself cut multifaceted from rock, or at least made plastic.
Exhibiting fatigue or relief, he flung himself down, resting his head against the wall and kicking his butterscotch booties out in front of him. Her language is thick and riddled with underlying metaphors. And then sprayed something else into her hair. Would she by mistake let the odor of one evening escape into another, twenty years newer? Its ambiguity really showcased her talents and what she can do with language. Capitalism will rise and save the day.
My toenails are crudely cut and I fear not clean enough, either. She has received a Pushcart Prize, a Camargo Fellowship, the Jack Kerouac Literary Award, and an Artists Projects Award from the Arizona Commission on the Arts. He was in his own way a clotheshorse. The purveyor showed up with the steel pot. Created and crafted by Heather Ann Creations for over twenty years, Heather Ann Creations has specialized in designing a line of unique photo frames, wall decor and tabletop accessories with unusual finishes. The two men went back to drinking their own tea.
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