Fall in Tennessee is the smell of dark tobacco being fired for market...

Katrinka trudged into our room at International House and indifferently kicked her shoes under the dresser...

Sunlight slanted into the corncrib through vents in the cupola and fell across the bins below me...

Uncrib this tyke, Man, Bounce a bit, ride knee-horse, Shave him, pray, and wave...

A baby cries, a door slams and children shout on the next street. A distant lawnmower is interrupted by the clamor of a nearer garbage can...