“Marco smiles, they shake hands, and Robert Blackfeather Sherman sees it again, as he did when Marco knelt before him just a few minutes ago: The light warps around Marco Angelo Oliveira; the colors of the trees and sky stretch… — Brian Francis Slattery Copy Share Image
“You know," she had said, "I believe we are all given at least one moment in our lives when the world reveals itself to… — Brian Francis Slattery Copy Share Image
“He tans into burning while the opening fanfare to "Peaches en Regalia" flows over him, the bugle call for a hippie army that marched… — Brian Francis Slattery Copy Share Image
“Do you see? The story I have to tell is so small, of the people who stayed when everyone else fled.” — Brian Francis Slattery Copy Share Image
“There are no words for so much loss, not right after it happens.” — Brian Francis Slattery Copy Share Image
“His voice, what he said, remains, and it is here, all of those voices are here, in what I am telling you. If in… — Brian Francis Slattery Copy Share Image
“Marco smiles, they shake hands, and Robert Blackfeather Sherman sees it again, as he did when Marco knelt before him just a few minutes… — Brian Francis Slattery Copy Share Image
“They could read it on each other, their faces wrinkled pages. Words hiding in the folds of their clothes. She was made of letters… — Brian Francis Slattery Copy Share Image
“The war was about everything, it was everything, and the question of where it came from was meaningless. There was only the question of… — Brian Francis Slattery Copy Share Image
“There must be something better than this world, and the world must be better than this.” — Brian Francis Slattery Copy Share Image
“These cords that God makes, Reverend Bauxite thought, we stand holding one end while they run taut into the darkness.” — Brian Francis Slattery Copy Share Image
