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Category: Michael Perry

Over the years, I have developed a visceral reaction to families and victims expressing surprise at tragedy. Why are we surprised? Why do we forget we are mortal? Bad, bad things happen everywhere, every day. Humans, for better or worse, harbor this feeling that we – individually – are special. A patch of ice or a pea-sized blood clot makes a mockery of that illusion in a heartbeat. We are not special at all.

But the sky…cumulonimbus clouds are stacked and banked to the stratosphere, and the lowering sun has bronzed and brassed and blushed them. these are clouds to make you long for wings. These are clouds that leave you not knowing what to believe. – – – Population 485 – Meeting your Neighbors One Siren at a Time

[Fire] is lightfooted and shamanic, dancing between the visible and invisible, undoing matter one collapsed molecule at a time, wreaking utter destruction with a touch softer than breath. Its poor cousins, wind and water, are one-dimensional rubes by comparison. Wind is all push, push, push. Water is suffocating, but passively so. And even when water gets it together to be a torrent or a tsunami, it is but wet wind. Fire is at once elemental and otherworldly. Fire dances on the grave of all it destroys. Fire is serious voodoo.

Imagine the wizened quality of a life blanched of contradiction and double standard.p 44

I stand beside Tom’s barn and ponder the benign heedlessness of the people in the speeding cars, and here I am in the speeding car. In my heart I wish the bypass had never been built; in my car I never take the old way.

Mom is a compulsive reader. She reads for pleasure, she reads to edify herself, but more often than not, she reads because she can’t help it. I understand. The minute I find myself sitting still, I start rummaging around for printed material.p 97

It is the blessing of dumb work done close to the earth-one gritty minute at a time, we move forward.

The tough times start,” he said, “the day the last casserole dish is returned.

We talk about how he and Leanne are doing knowing full well there is no sufficient answer.p 294

It is the blessing of dumb work done close to the earth-one gritty minute at a time, we move forward.

The tough times start,” he said, “the day the last casserole dish is returned.

We talk about how he and Leanne are doing knowing full well there is no sufficient answer.p 294