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Why baseball is best on the radio
The newspaper guy
Four days a week the newspaper guy drives by at dawn or dawnish
And flips the paper toward our house from the window of his Olds....
Their bruised neighbors
Once again this morning I was early to my town’s library
And again there was a constellation of other bookies of all
Ages, the little kids eagerest and pressing against the door,...
Two eagles
Saw two eagles swirling and dogging each otherOver the river yesterday—courting or fighting—And not even the most veteran and experienced...
Sister Everard's silence
We thought her only stern and rigorous and dry—until one afternoon in October.
Millions of unknown saints
“Even Lucifer might well have a change of heart,” said the fifth grader. “Isn’t that right, Father?”
The crawl space
You were thrilled to enter the crawl space, but also frightened. There was a chance of snakes.
Vibrant, vigorous, and weird
Almost any page of this collection yields the precise puzzling haunting music of Dillard’s mind at work.
What people gave me one night in rural coastal Oregon after I told them stories in a lovely tiny library
A stack of brownies as big as bricks for my children.A small paper bowl of red and orange salmonberries.An antler from a spike buck, perhaps three years old,...
Except ye see signs and wonders
Did Jesus mean that all the things we mean by accomplishment, and maturity, and reason, and progress, are actually small niggling things that we must finally shuck and lay aside, in order to again be like children, spiritually open and emotionally naked and constantly liable to giggling?