Ned Hayes's Blog, page 79
October 21, 2014
"Cold tears as salty as ocean spray wet my face. I remember the...
"Cold tears as salty as ocean spray wet my face. I remember the day before she died, my mother took me out in our little fishing boat, out on the open water of the sea—the thrum and hiss of surf upon the shore behind us, the rhythm never ceasing. And she taught me something: strange and secret words in a foreign tongue, a lilting singsong cadence to it."
— from the novel Sinful Folk
October 20, 2014
October 19, 2014
BOOK QUOTE:
"The day before she died, my mother did something...
BOOK QUOTE:
"The day before she died, my mother did something inexplicable. She took me out in our little fishing boat, out on the open water of the sea. The thrum and hiss of surf upon the shore behind us, the breaking rhythm never ceasing. My mother waited until we were out of sight of land. She squinted against the bright sunlight, making sure of our isolation."
October 18, 2014
"I avoided writers very carefully because they can perpetuate trouble as no one else can"
- F. Scott Fitzgerald, On Booze (p. 16)
October 17, 2014
October 16, 2014
"Dawn is a breath of frigid air as someone pulls aside the...
"Dawn is a breath of frigid air as someone pulls aside the sackcloth. I open my eyes from a dream of Nell. I know who killed you, I tell her. But it is only a dream, the face I seem to recognize evaporates as I wake. Night is fading from the sky, and a last faint star etches a bright line. It falls off the edge of the ethered darkness, a light winking out."
