here at sinkhole, we’re explorers, not explainers – our goal is to chart the world's complexities, to resist the echo chamber, and to engage in the difficult work of empathy.
All in fiction
FICTION: “It was the year of revolution and malaise and gas lines. The year of swingers’ parties. The year our parents found their visions of life irreconcilable, old-school Episcopalian liberal and new age feminist.”
FICTION: “By day, she’s retired silent film actress Gypsy McCrea, relishing her glory days in her mansion of solitude. . . By night, she’s kicking ass and taking names as Sylvia Steele, crime fighter and martial arts expert.”
FICTION: “The man’s black clothes lay in a pile at the side of the railroad tracks – a neat, folded pile such as a man might make for clothes he meant to put in a dresser.”
FICTION: "Usually only six out of twenty-six have done the assigned reading, even though I’ve stopped assigning novels in favor of short stories and poems."
FICTION: "James Chipperfield hadn’t filed with the Federal Election Commission yet."
FICTION: "The Sunday after Granna died, Jacey went to church and stood up with the choir."
