by Jordan Dotson | Apr 27, 2014 | Things I wish I'd written
The sweater was not snug, but still. …from the aptly named All That Is, by James Salter by Jordan Dotson | Apr 15, 2014 | Beautiful Prose, Things I wish I'd written
There was a time, usually late in August, when summer struck the trees with dazzling power and they were rich with leaves but then became, suddenly one day, strangely still, as if in expectation and at that moment aware. They knew. Everything knew, the beetles, the...