Maureen O’Leary
@maureenow.bsky.social
We belied our identities as wild and filled our lungs and bellies with poison, yes sir, we smoked anything
to try to see You, dear Father, as if we weren’t also skipping school, fighting barefisted, firing guns, dear Lord, but our crimes were necessary.
THE DEVIL IS A SOUTHPAW #sundaysentence
to try to see You, dear Father, as if we weren’t also skipping school, fighting barefisted, firing guns, dear Lord, but our crimes were necessary.
THE DEVIL IS A SOUTHPAW #sundaysentence
November 16, 2025 at 3:45 PM
We belied our identities as wild and filled our lungs and bellies with poison, yes sir, we smoked anything
to try to see You, dear Father, as if we weren’t also skipping school, fighting barefisted, firing guns, dear Lord, but our crimes were necessary.
THE DEVIL IS A SOUTHPAW #sundaysentence
to try to see You, dear Father, as if we weren’t also skipping school, fighting barefisted, firing guns, dear Lord, but our crimes were necessary.
THE DEVIL IS A SOUTHPAW #sundaysentence
The history of a nation is more than names and places, dates and events—it’s a flow of capital and blood over time, currents of euphoria and fear, victory and grief that bring a country to its present borders.
#SundaySentence
THE THIRD BANK OF THE RIVER @chris-arnold.bsky.social
#SundaySentence
THE THIRD BANK OF THE RIVER @chris-arnold.bsky.social
November 9, 2025 at 2:37 PM
The history of a nation is more than names and places, dates and events—it’s a flow of capital and blood over time, currents of euphoria and fear, victory and grief that bring a country to its present borders.
#SundaySentence
THE THIRD BANK OF THE RIVER @chris-arnold.bsky.social
#SundaySentence
THE THIRD BANK OF THE RIVER @chris-arnold.bsky.social
Sally forth! Not angels or mercenaries, Cherrise thought. We walk to work like kindergarteners holding a rope.
SACRAMENT by Susan Straight
#sundaysentence
SACRAMENT by Susan Straight
#sundaysentence
November 2, 2025 at 3:45 PM
Sally forth! Not angels or mercenaries, Cherrise thought. We walk to work like kindergarteners holding a rope.
SACRAMENT by Susan Straight
#sundaysentence
SACRAMENT by Susan Straight
#sundaysentence
I found myself praying that the book will be taught more and more in California, where a quarter of the people living in the state were born outside America, and nearly half of all children have one parent who is an immigrant.
CALIFORNIA REWRITTEN by John Freeman #sundaysentence
@heydaybooks.com
CALIFORNIA REWRITTEN by John Freeman #sundaysentence
@heydaybooks.com
October 26, 2025 at 3:40 PM
I found myself praying that the book will be taught more and more in California, where a quarter of the people living in the state were born outside America, and nearly half of all children have one parent who is an immigrant.
CALIFORNIA REWRITTEN by John Freeman #sundaysentence
@heydaybooks.com
CALIFORNIA REWRITTEN by John Freeman #sundaysentence
@heydaybooks.com
Love is always harder. Love means weathering blows for another’s sake and not counting them. Love is loss of self, loss of other, and faith in the death of loss.
BETWEEN TWO FIRES by Christopher Buehlman
#sundaysentence
BETWEEN TWO FIRES by Christopher Buehlman
#sundaysentence
October 20, 2025 at 7:35 PM
Love is always harder. Love means weathering blows for another’s sake and not counting them. Love is loss of self, loss of other, and faith in the death of loss.
BETWEEN TWO FIRES by Christopher Buehlman
#sundaysentence
BETWEEN TWO FIRES by Christopher Buehlman
#sundaysentence
Obsession is the only way I know how to relate to anything that moves me.
“Ulysses of Ladykind” from GOBLIN MODE by Caroline Hagood @carolinehagood.bsky.social
#SundaySentence
“Ulysses of Ladykind” from GOBLIN MODE by Caroline Hagood @carolinehagood.bsky.social
#SundaySentence
October 12, 2025 at 3:01 PM
Obsession is the only way I know how to relate to anything that moves me.
“Ulysses of Ladykind” from GOBLIN MODE by Caroline Hagood @carolinehagood.bsky.social
#SundaySentence
“Ulysses of Ladykind” from GOBLIN MODE by Caroline Hagood @carolinehagood.bsky.social
#SundaySentence
The story I have within is the saddest I have ever written. As a reader, I love Chthonic Matter. I am proud of this. chthonicmatter.wordpress.com
October 7, 2025 at 2:23 AM
The story I have within is the saddest I have ever written. As a reader, I love Chthonic Matter. I am proud of this. chthonicmatter.wordpress.com
October 5, 2025 at 1:46 PM
“. . . one must break with one’s past to embrace one’s future. It is never an easy thing to do. It is one of the distinguishing characteristics between survivors and victims. Letting go of what was, to survive what is.”
DARKFEVER by
@karenmariemoning.bsky.social
#sundaysentence
DARKFEVER by
@karenmariemoning.bsky.social
#sundaysentence
September 28, 2025 at 2:06 PM
“. . . one must break with one’s past to embrace one’s future. It is never an easy thing to do. It is one of the distinguishing characteristics between survivors and victims. Letting go of what was, to survive what is.”
DARKFEVER by
@karenmariemoning.bsky.social
#sundaysentence
DARKFEVER by
@karenmariemoning.bsky.social
#sundaysentence
Now we were in a different story with a more violent plot and a worse end than we’d thought.
MERCY by Joan Silber.
#Sundaysentence
MERCY by Joan Silber.
#Sundaysentence
September 21, 2025 at 1:59 PM
Now we were in a different story with a more violent plot and a worse end than we’d thought.
MERCY by Joan Silber.
#Sundaysentence
MERCY by Joan Silber.
#Sundaysentence
He was perceptive only when he sensed that other people might be judging him.
SWALLOWS by Natsuo Kirino
#sundaysentence
SWALLOWS by Natsuo Kirino
#sundaysentence
September 14, 2025 at 3:34 PM
He was perceptive only when he sensed that other people might be judging him.
SWALLOWS by Natsuo Kirino
#sundaysentence
SWALLOWS by Natsuo Kirino
#sundaysentence
He recalled reading, long ago, that falling asleep in the snow was the most pleasant form of dying.
“Deer” from TALES NOCTURNAL by Tim Foley
#sundaysentence
“Deer” from TALES NOCTURNAL by Tim Foley
#sundaysentence
September 7, 2025 at 2:54 PM
He recalled reading, long ago, that falling asleep in the snow was the most pleasant form of dying.
“Deer” from TALES NOCTURNAL by Tim Foley
#sundaysentence
“Deer” from TALES NOCTURNAL by Tim Foley
#sundaysentence
She had to be careful, even now, as she shifted up to fourth gear on the open highway again, to not reinfect herself with that sticky, toxic terror that life—this life, which gave you the beautiful, sparkling world— squashed you like a gnat.
BUG HOLLOW by Michelle Huneven #sundaysentence
BUG HOLLOW by Michelle Huneven #sundaysentence
August 31, 2025 at 2:45 PM
She had to be careful, even now, as she shifted up to fourth gear on the open highway again, to not reinfect herself with that sticky, toxic terror that life—this life, which gave you the beautiful, sparkling world— squashed you like a gnat.
BUG HOLLOW by Michelle Huneven #sundaysentence
BUG HOLLOW by Michelle Huneven #sundaysentence
Marriage is between two people. There is no studio audience.
AN AMERICAN MARRIAGE by @tayari.bsky.social #SundaySentence
AN AMERICAN MARRIAGE by @tayari.bsky.social #SundaySentence
August 25, 2025 at 4:02 AM
Marriage is between two people. There is no studio audience.
AN AMERICAN MARRIAGE by @tayari.bsky.social #SundaySentence
AN AMERICAN MARRIAGE by @tayari.bsky.social #SundaySentence
A community’s first responsibility is to protect its children. The ones we have now and the ones we will have. #sundaysentence
THE PARABLE OF THE SOWER by Octavia E. Butler
THE PARABLE OF THE SOWER by Octavia E. Butler
August 17, 2025 at 2:43 PM
A community’s first responsibility is to protect its children. The ones we have now and the ones we will have. #sundaysentence
THE PARABLE OF THE SOWER by Octavia E. Butler
THE PARABLE OF THE SOWER by Octavia E. Butler
She no longer possessed the brazen, desperate courage of herself at seventeen. THE BOG WIFE by
@kaychronister.bsky.social
#sundaysentence
@kaychronister.bsky.social
#sundaysentence
August 10, 2025 at 3:31 PM
She no longer possessed the brazen, desperate courage of herself at seventeen. THE BOG WIFE by
@kaychronister.bsky.social
#sundaysentence
@kaychronister.bsky.social
#sundaysentence
Two thousand more years of snail cream and you will see a woman’s brain through her face.
THE COIN by Yasmin Zaher #sundaysentence @catapultbooks.bsky.social
THE COIN by Yasmin Zaher #sundaysentence @catapultbooks.bsky.social
August 3, 2025 at 2:02 PM
Two thousand more years of snail cream and you will see a woman’s brain through her face.
THE COIN by Yasmin Zaher #sundaysentence @catapultbooks.bsky.social
THE COIN by Yasmin Zaher #sundaysentence @catapultbooks.bsky.social
The tree doesn’t shudder before
lightning strikes it—not even the tallest pine sees that fire coming
“Childhood Confession for Zagajewski’s ‘Illustrious Caesura’”
MY HERESIES
@alinaetc.bsky.social #sundaysentence
lightning strikes it—not even the tallest pine sees that fire coming
“Childhood Confession for Zagajewski’s ‘Illustrious Caesura’”
MY HERESIES
@alinaetc.bsky.social #sundaysentence
July 27, 2025 at 5:55 PM
The tree doesn’t shudder before
lightning strikes it—not even the tallest pine sees that fire coming
“Childhood Confession for Zagajewski’s ‘Illustrious Caesura’”
MY HERESIES
@alinaetc.bsky.social #sundaysentence
lightning strikes it—not even the tallest pine sees that fire coming
“Childhood Confession for Zagajewski’s ‘Illustrious Caesura’”
MY HERESIES
@alinaetc.bsky.social #sundaysentence
And when the capacity for love expands, so does life itself.
SEE: LOSS. SEE ALSO: LOVE. by Yukiko Tominaga #SundaySentence
SEE: LOSS. SEE ALSO: LOVE. by Yukiko Tominaga #SundaySentence
July 20, 2025 at 2:33 PM
And when the capacity for love expands, so does life itself.
SEE: LOSS. SEE ALSO: LOVE. by Yukiko Tominaga #SundaySentence
SEE: LOSS. SEE ALSO: LOVE. by Yukiko Tominaga #SundaySentence
Life grabs you in its jaws like a bear and all the flailing around and the screaming you do while it eats you, that’s what we call free will.
THE LAST KING OF CALIFORNIA by Jordan Harper #SundaySentence
THE LAST KING OF CALIFORNIA by Jordan Harper #SundaySentence
July 13, 2025 at 3:17 PM
Life grabs you in its jaws like a bear and all the flailing around and the screaming you do while it eats you, that’s what we call free will.
THE LAST KING OF CALIFORNIA by Jordan Harper #SundaySentence
THE LAST KING OF CALIFORNIA by Jordan Harper #SundaySentence
Not everything was so close to extinction. “Mother’s Wolves” from HAUNTED ECOLOGIES by @coreyfarrenkopf.bsky.social #sundaysentence
July 6, 2025 at 4:05 PM
Not everything was so close to extinction. “Mother’s Wolves” from HAUNTED ECOLOGIES by @coreyfarrenkopf.bsky.social #sundaysentence
I was skeptical of my mother hawking her own life plan, for occasionally I heard her go into the bathroom, lock the door, and scream. THE WORDS OF DR. L by Karen E. Bender @karenebender.bsky.social #sundaysentence
June 29, 2025 at 2:35 PM
I was skeptical of my mother hawking her own life plan, for occasionally I heard her go into the bathroom, lock the door, and scream. THE WORDS OF DR. L by Karen E. Bender @karenebender.bsky.social #sundaysentence
Excited about this.
June 25, 2025 at 7:35 PM
Excited about this.
People who start attacking at the bottom never know when to stop climbing. THE LILAC PEOPLE by Milo Todd #sundaysentence @todd-milo.bsky.social
June 22, 2025 at 2:24 PM
People who start attacking at the bottom never know when to stop climbing. THE LILAC PEOPLE by Milo Todd #sundaysentence @todd-milo.bsky.social
There was a chasm everyone had to traverse at one time or another called failure. Fear was the bridge that carried you over the crevasse.
ALL THE SINNERS BLEED by @blacktopkid.bsky.social
#SundaySentence
ALL THE SINNERS BLEED by @blacktopkid.bsky.social
#SundaySentence
June 15, 2025 at 3:27 PM
There was a chasm everyone had to traverse at one time or another called failure. Fear was the bridge that carried you over the crevasse.
ALL THE SINNERS BLEED by @blacktopkid.bsky.social
#SundaySentence
ALL THE SINNERS BLEED by @blacktopkid.bsky.social
#SundaySentence