“For a moment the radio wavered between stationsand I was so busymaking myself marvelous.”
S. Jane Sloat“I might walk vast expansesof earth and always be beginningand I love beginningor could learnto love it.”
S. Jane Sloat“For a moment the radio wavered between stationsand I was so busymaking myself marvelous.”
S. Jane Sloat, In the Voice of a Minor Saint“God have pity on the smell of gasolinewhich finds its way like an armthrough a car window,more human than kerosene,more unctuous, more manly.”
S. Jane Sloat, In the Voice of a Minor Saint