Shawn McCarthy

“Behind her, cotton sheets lay rumpled atop an unmade bed—the remains of an empty white canvas upon which she had intended to paint the landscape of home. And love. And family.
But no such masterpiece exists”
― Shawn P. McCarthy

“You left your soul out of its box
Accessible to the rain”
― Shawn P. McCarthy

“Those bright lilies don’t care where they grow,” the old man said. “They seem to especially like soggy ditches. A flower like that can draw beauty out of any old, rotten place. A gutter flower makes its gutter a better place just by being there.”
― Shawn P. McCarthy

“There is enough steam still in the pipes to feed its piston, but it has no real power. The wheel is nothing more than a spinning flower decorating a grave.”
― Shawn P. McCarthy