1) A series of fallen trees, discs of roots lifted, abbreviated red. Trunks shoved by what must have been wind. It would be cliche to say giants.
2) A Burger King commercial in which a man marries bacon and the priest says, "You may now eat the bride."
3) A convergence of S's. A small dog found on the corner, the circles of tails and noses, the shaking of one in my arms, the jumps of the other. The five-minute friendship of Scooter, Snickers, and Skipper.
4) A review that made me squeal and go to the dictionary: Gerard "demonstrates some unique linguistic brilliance, painting vivid, pullulating scenes of 'summer skies choked with thunderheads' and 'golden afternoon light cooked by the deep verdure of swaying evergreen trees.'" (on The Patron Saint of Dreams via Publishers Weekly)
5) A mother who, after decades of evading technology, tells you she's done internet research on your life, knows more than you about something you're trying to learn the hard way.
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