In families, there are no crimes beyond forgiveness.
College was to teach me that I was one of life's journeymen, eager to excel but lacking the requisite gifts.
The English language on her tongue became a smoke-screen, without her eyes changing expression in the least.
Except for memory, time would have no meaning at all.
My soul grazes like a lamb on the beauty of an indrawn tide.
Her laughter was a shiny thing, like pewter flung high in the air.