“She had been skeptical about change since Obama’s first presidential campaign, when it seemed everyone was eager to change. She knew then, and has know all along, that most people hate to change though they’re happy to see others do… — Dennis Vickers Copy Share Image
“Our reality may be fabled, but surely will be fleeting, because when the storyteller looks away, the story collapses. In the end, we vanish… — Dennis Vickers Copy Share Image
“Faded like morning fog in the rising sun, sports team logo on a cheap T-shirt, ninety-nine dollar paint job on a Chevy.” — Dennis Vickers Copy Share Image
“Her eyes beamed over the top of the cup like Peterbilt high beams coming over a hillcrest, full moon rising over a mountain lake… — Dennis Vickers Copy Share Image
“No difference making a living with what’s between your ears and making one with what’s between your legs.” — Dennis Vickers Copy Share Image
“Your mother’s chili was onions, hamburger, tomato soup, kidney beans, no chili powder, no peppers. Mexican flags flew at half staff every time she… — Dennis Vickers Copy Share Image
“Panting like a marathon runner at mile twenty, overheated bloodhound, steam engine crawling up the Continental Divide.” — Dennis Vickers Copy Share Image
“Hung in the air like fart gas in an elevator, insecurity in a prom ballroom, guilt around a police lineup.” — Dennis Vickers Copy Share Image
“Wrinkles appeared and disappeared as he squinted his eyes and relaxed them, like someone peering into a strobe light, police car-top beacon, flashing neon… — Dennis Vickers Copy Share Image
