by Jordan Dotson | Jan 21, 2018 | Beautiful Prose, Things I wish I'd written
Nena Daconte was almost a child, with the eyes of a happy bird, and molasses skin still radiant with the bright Caribbean sun in the mournful January gloom, and she was wrapped up to her chin in a mink coat that could not have been bought with the year’s wages... by Jordan Dotson | Sep 6, 2017 | Beautiful Prose, Things I wish I'd written
He began to pace every room, like a happy lunatic, waving his hands and reciting the film in great shouts. We listened to him, dazzled, and it seemed we could see the images, like flocks of phosphorescent birds that he set loose for their mad flight through the house....