Bridge of Clay

A murderer should probably do many things, but he should never, under any circumstances, come home.

his customary what-the-hell-you-lookin’-at look parked on his long, lopsided face

The animal in question was named Achilles,

From oldest to youngest:

Me, Rory, Henry, Clayton, Thomas.

Writing is always difficult, but easier with something to say:

Let me tell you about our brother.

The fourth Dunbar boy named Clay.

Everything happened to him.

We were all of us changed through him.

she was so damn happy I could have broken down again

And that was how I drove away.

In the back seat of my old station wagon that day were the skeletal remains of a dog, one typewriter, and the wiry boneline of a king brown snake.

It was parceled up now, in shade.

Sometimes it’s good to be underestimated that way, but even better when someone sees it.

, I’m known for bruises and levelheadedness, for height and muscle and blasphemy, and the occasional sentimentality