Now when I see my own arm, the tattoo that on my eighteenth birthday marked my freedom, I think only of the tattoo that marked her servitude. Through this ink, I feel the connectivity of flesh. From the short story Vision by Tiffany Briere (published in Tin House Magazine Vol. 15 No. 3.) Sunday Sentence: The sentence(s) that touched me this week, out of context and without commentary. Inspired by David Abrams at The Quivering Pen.
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If you keep giving me these eyes that note all the details – if you tell me the lawn is manicured but you dont’t tell me that it makes your character both deeply happy and slightly anxious – then I’m a little bit frustrated with you. I want a story that’ll pull me in. I want a story that makes me drunk. I want a story that feeds me glory. And most of all, I want a story I can trust. I want a story that is happening in a real place, which means a place that has meaning and that evokes emotions in the person who’s telling me the story. Place is emotion. from the essay « Place » by Dorothy Allison published in the Tin House compilation The Writer’s Notebook