Slashing, jagged chunks of broken glass. Barefoot, trapped. Someone, please, a broom. Slashing, jagged chunks of savaged heart. Cruel shards. Someone, please, a broom. — Image: by Richard
Tag: Passions
The Lost Boy
“Kyle! Kyle!” Harriet fought through the woods, her frantic course like something dictated by a crazy pinball machine. She gasped for breath; her body ill-prepared for these demands. She wished the world wasn’t so dim, so blurred, so far away.…
Brenda Ueland on Chekhov and Passions
“Yet it is consoling that if [Chekhov] did not know all about cruelty, gluttony, cowardice, coldness in himself, he could not have written about them. Great men feel and know everything that mean men feel, even more clearly, but they…