Heaven was in the sky. My mother spoke to me of heaven as concretely and with as much love as she named the wild flowers. Above us the sun of heaven shone. Beyond the sun was the gate of heaven.
You walk left, you walk right, you are a bank rat on a busy river. This restaurant serves no drink, this one serves no meat, this one serves no heterosexuals. You can get your chimp shampooed, you can get your dick tattooed, twenty-four hour, but can you get lunch?
This is so true and I love reading a passage that’s music to the ears. I read everything I write trying to see if it flows good. Still working on learning how things should sound, sometimes I’m hit or miss.
I’m a great believer in reading aloud – it helps with the flow and can even reveal where the commas should go (but then I’m mean with commas).