The Colorado Sun
This book won the 2025 Colorado Book Award for Novel.
A memory: slouching behind his desk at the back of Miss Diffy’s fifth-grade classroom, hot, underoxygenated, cartilaginous. The stifling afternoon heat, the hazy October sunlight, and the drone of Miss Diffy’s voice have combined to form the anesthesia of the Deadly Poppies, which dropped Dorothy like a shot buffalo in Oz. A surf beats against his eardrums, words drift from Miss Diffy’s mouth like dandelion cotton, his eyes survey the innards of his head.
Through the simple act of standing at her desk and reading aloud, Miss Diffy can halt time. It is six minutes past two o’clock, and it has been every time he’s looked for the past hour. Now John is drowning, slipping beneath the waves of an Atlantic of lassitude, wishing something, a
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