“As the ordinary violence of dawn sweeps across the lower Coromandel coast, a sprawling village comes into view.”
“A star shoots bleeding across the skyline, a companion to the black wind. Silence comes sweeping across everything.”
“Startled, I accidently knock over my inkwell. A black tsunami of ink sprawls out across the page, engulfing the tiny village of my words. They are swept away into the midnight sea. Gone forever. I am bereft.”
“I wished to see storms only on those coasts where they raged with most violence...”
“…but there they lay, sprawled across the field, craved far more by the vultures than by wives.”
“Industry, the "enigmatic municipality, [that] sprawls across the map of the San Gabriel Valley like an underfed dragon”