How some of the writers I come across get through their books without dying of boredom is beyond me.
William GaddisAgony's Plot A zephyr skimmed across my creamy skin gently kissing where the sun had been....
Enigmatic EvolutionNo trauma has discrete edges. Trauma bleeds. Out of wounds and across boundaries.
The Empathy Exams: Essays...across the snowy field the barn light gleams - it's the loneliness of November twilight...
A Familiar RainThey’re a rotten crowd’, I shouted across the lawn. ‘You’re worth the whole damn bunch put together.
The Great GatsbyFeelings were clouds across the sky. They would change and pass. It wasn't important how she felt.
A Bit Of Earth