Leslie Greentree
@lesliegreentree.bsky.social
Author of four books, most recently the #shortstories NOT THE APOCALYPSE I WAS HOPING FOR (2022). Avid reader. Occasional essayist. Photo snapper. Lover of trees, dogs, rust and pollinators. Sign up for my newsletter at www.LeslieGreentree.ca
Girls – normal human girls – people could contend with; they were weak and small. And dogs too could be trained. But girls who became dogs, or who let the world believe they were dogs, were either powerful or mad: both monstrous possibilities.
#SundaySentence cluster
The Hounding by Xenobe Purvis
#SundaySentence cluster
The Hounding by Xenobe Purvis
November 30, 2025 at 11:08 PM
Girls – normal human girls – people could contend with; they were weak and small. And dogs too could be trained. But girls who became dogs, or who let the world believe they were dogs, were either powerful or mad: both monstrous possibilities.
#SundaySentence cluster
The Hounding by Xenobe Purvis
#SundaySentence cluster
The Hounding by Xenobe Purvis
Words are the pretty, lying gloves over the clawed, dirty hands of our souls. Words are like a doily we place over our seething hearts, a strand of pearls we wear around our necks to prettify the veins.
A fun #SundaySentence for all my writer friends from We Love You, Bunny by Mona Awad.
A fun #SundaySentence for all my writer friends from We Love You, Bunny by Mona Awad.
November 9, 2025 at 5:11 PM
Words are the pretty, lying gloves over the clawed, dirty hands of our souls. Words are like a doily we place over our seething hearts, a strand of pearls we wear around our necks to prettify the veins.
A fun #SundaySentence for all my writer friends from We Love You, Bunny by Mona Awad.
A fun #SundaySentence for all my writer friends from We Love You, Bunny by Mona Awad.
“We are entangled and every knot and loop
of shared failure seems to tighten
until something falls away as we walk away
each in our own confused direction.”
#SundaySentence #TodaysPoem
From the poem “Chasm and Divide” from @lornedaniel.bsky.social’s beautiful collection, What is Broken Binds Us.
of shared failure seems to tighten
until something falls away as we walk away
each in our own confused direction.”
#SundaySentence #TodaysPoem
From the poem “Chasm and Divide” from @lornedaniel.bsky.social’s beautiful collection, What is Broken Binds Us.
November 2, 2025 at 5:36 PM
“We are entangled and every knot and loop
of shared failure seems to tighten
until something falls away as we walk away
each in our own confused direction.”
#SundaySentence #TodaysPoem
From the poem “Chasm and Divide” from @lornedaniel.bsky.social’s beautiful collection, What is Broken Binds Us.
of shared failure seems to tighten
until something falls away as we walk away
each in our own confused direction.”
#SundaySentence #TodaysPoem
From the poem “Chasm and Divide” from @lornedaniel.bsky.social’s beautiful collection, What is Broken Binds Us.
I love handing out candy to kids of all ages, and I truly love seeing teens out trick or treating - it’s so wholesome. And my red-eyed cawing crow is a big hit with my two-year-old neighbour (Mr. Lion to you). #halloween2025 #communitylove
November 1, 2025 at 1:36 AM
I love handing out candy to kids of all ages, and I truly love seeing teens out trick or treating - it’s so wholesome. And my red-eyed cawing crow is a big hit with my two-year-old neighbour (Mr. Lion to you). #halloween2025 #communitylove
I think being a teenager is about hiding all your quirks and contorting yourself to fit in and impress people, and being an adult is about re-finding who you were when you were eight years old.
#SundaySentence
We Could Be Rats by Emily Austin
#SundaySentence
We Could Be Rats by Emily Austin
October 26, 2025 at 5:04 PM
I think being a teenager is about hiding all your quirks and contorting yourself to fit in and impress people, and being an adult is about re-finding who you were when you were eight years old.
#SundaySentence
We Could Be Rats by Emily Austin
#SundaySentence
We Could Be Rats by Emily Austin
Rather than feel like a powerless baby bird, I chose to believe, despite all the evidence to the contrary, that I was invulnerable and capable of anything.
#SundaySentence from We Could Be Rats by Emily Austin.
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#SundaySentence from We Could Be Rats by Emily Austin.
#BookSky💙📚
October 12, 2025 at 5:34 PM
Rather than feel like a powerless baby bird, I chose to believe, despite all the evidence to the contrary, that I was invulnerable and capable of anything.
#SundaySentence from We Could Be Rats by Emily Austin.
#BookSky💙📚
#SundaySentence from We Could Be Rats by Emily Austin.
#BookSky💙📚
The thing about being first-generation college was that no one we knew had any idea what the hell we were supposed to be doing there other than taking some classes and hoping they added up to a grand theory of our lives.
#SundaySentence from the brilliant The Payback by Kashana Cauley.
#SundaySentence from the brilliant The Payback by Kashana Cauley.
September 14, 2025 at 4:30 PM
The thing about being first-generation college was that no one we knew had any idea what the hell we were supposed to be doing there other than taking some classes and hoping they added up to a grand theory of our lives.
#SundaySentence from the brilliant The Payback by Kashana Cauley.
#SundaySentence from the brilliant The Payback by Kashana Cauley.
“You can never just climb down from something,” Isla had once told her, “you like to treasure up a grudge like something you’ve birthed and fed and sent to an expensive school.”
#SundaySentence from the unforgettable Private Rites by Julia Armfield.
Sisters. Agh.
#SundaySentence from the unforgettable Private Rites by Julia Armfield.
Sisters. Agh.
August 31, 2025 at 2:17 PM
“You can never just climb down from something,” Isla had once told her, “you like to treasure up a grudge like something you’ve birthed and fed and sent to an expensive school.”
#SundaySentence from the unforgettable Private Rites by Julia Armfield.
Sisters. Agh.
#SundaySentence from the unforgettable Private Rites by Julia Armfield.
Sisters. Agh.
Empathy isn’t just something that happens to us – a meteor shower of synapses firing across the brain – it’s also a choice we make: to pay attention, to extend ourselves. It’s made of exertion, that dowdier cousin of impulse.
My #SundaySentence today is from The Empathy Exams by Leslie Jamison
My #SundaySentence today is from The Empathy Exams by Leslie Jamison
August 24, 2025 at 3:41 PM
Empathy isn’t just something that happens to us – a meteor shower of synapses firing across the brain – it’s also a choice we make: to pay attention, to extend ourselves. It’s made of exertion, that dowdier cousin of impulse.
My #SundaySentence today is from The Empathy Exams by Leslie Jamison
My #SundaySentence today is from The Empathy Exams by Leslie Jamison
At night, I can sometimes hear a single high note, a tremble in the air like the audible hum of electricity, the braking of city buses making a noise like whale song.
#SundaySentence from Defenestrate by Renee Branum.
A haunting, poetic novel.
#SundaySentence from Defenestrate by Renee Branum.
A haunting, poetic novel.
August 17, 2025 at 3:17 PM
At night, I can sometimes hear a single high note, a tremble in the air like the audible hum of electricity, the braking of city buses making a noise like whale song.
#SundaySentence from Defenestrate by Renee Branum.
A haunting, poetic novel.
#SundaySentence from Defenestrate by Renee Branum.
A haunting, poetic novel.
The past ten or so years’ worth of work was quietly turning its back on him. It wasn’t his anymore. It belonged to a person he used to know, or thought he’d known—once upon a time.
#SundaySentence cluster from The Vegetarian by Han Kang, translated by Deborah Smith.
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#SundaySentence cluster from The Vegetarian by Han Kang, translated by Deborah Smith.
#Booksky📚💙
July 20, 2025 at 3:48 PM
The past ten or so years’ worth of work was quietly turning its back on him. It wasn’t his anymore. It belonged to a person he used to know, or thought he’d known—once upon a time.
#SundaySentence cluster from The Vegetarian by Han Kang, translated by Deborah Smith.
#Booksky📚💙
#SundaySentence cluster from The Vegetarian by Han Kang, translated by Deborah Smith.
#Booksky📚💙
The scent took her back to the hot afternoons of her childhood, to the smell of fresh cane stalks being sliced open and stripped, to the sweet juices that slipped into her mouth as she chewed on the cane fiber, to the orange-blossomed shade of a ponciana tree.
#SundaySentence 1/2
#SundaySentence 1/2
July 13, 2025 at 4:08 PM
The scent took her back to the hot afternoons of her childhood, to the smell of fresh cane stalks being sliced open and stripped, to the sweet juices that slipped into her mouth as she chewed on the cane fiber, to the orange-blossomed shade of a ponciana tree.
#SundaySentence 1/2
#SundaySentence 1/2
The bees are happy and that helps tremendously. Also featuring garden art by @paulboultbee.bsky.social affectionately known as Burnt Severed Deer Legs (it’s vegan art, calm down).
#yeggarden #urbanentropy
#randomphototherapy especially for my darling @stephy-gee.bsky.social
#yeggarden #urbanentropy
#randomphototherapy especially for my darling @stephy-gee.bsky.social
July 6, 2025 at 12:17 AM
The bees are happy and that helps tremendously. Also featuring garden art by @paulboultbee.bsky.social affectionately known as Burnt Severed Deer Legs (it’s vegan art, calm down).
#yeggarden #urbanentropy
#randomphototherapy especially for my darling @stephy-gee.bsky.social
#yeggarden #urbanentropy
#randomphototherapy especially for my darling @stephy-gee.bsky.social
PS: For my familiar and always-interesting #SundaySentence peeps, here’s the reason I’ve been MIA these past weeks: book launches and parties and the joys of Writer World. 3/3
June 29, 2025 at 3:55 PM
PS: For my familiar and always-interesting #SundaySentence peeps, here’s the reason I’ve been MIA these past weeks: book launches and parties and the joys of Writer World. 3/3
It was on a Tuesday when the rain finally came after a long drought — the same Tuesday when he began to suspect that critical events in his life always happened in years when his age was a prime number.
#SundaySentence 1/3
#SundaySentence 1/3
June 29, 2025 at 3:55 PM
It was on a Tuesday when the rain finally came after a long drought — the same Tuesday when he began to suspect that critical events in his life always happened in years when his age was a prime number.
#SundaySentence 1/3
#SundaySentence 1/3
I also use the garden and flower pics as an outlet/opportunity to watch and celebrate an alternative, flourishing world :)
June 19, 2025 at 8:28 PM
I also use the garden and flower pics as an outlet/opportunity to watch and celebrate an alternative, flourishing world :)
The poppies in my front yard are fabulous but honestly it’s the wee fuzzy green pod-hats littering the ground around them that truly delight me. Like Mary Tyler Moore tossing her beret on the street, just full of silly joy.
June 12, 2025 at 4:40 PM
The poppies in my front yard are fabulous but honestly it’s the wee fuzzy green pod-hats littering the ground around them that truly delight me. Like Mary Tyler Moore tossing her beret on the street, just full of silly joy.
I’m excited to teach my favourite writing workshop this Saturday at the Writers Guild of Alberta conference. Registration is still open!
When They Won’t Die the Way You Want Them To: Using Dark Humour to Write About Difficult Topics.
writersguild.ca/wga-2025-con...
When They Won’t Die the Way You Want Them To: Using Dark Humour to Write About Difficult Topics.
writersguild.ca/wga-2025-con...
June 6, 2025 at 6:27 PM
I’m excited to teach my favourite writing workshop this Saturday at the Writers Guild of Alberta conference. Registration is still open!
When They Won’t Die the Way You Want Them To: Using Dark Humour to Write About Difficult Topics.
writersguild.ca/wga-2025-con...
When They Won’t Die the Way You Want Them To: Using Dark Humour to Write About Difficult Topics.
writersguild.ca/wga-2025-con...
My husband and I celebrated one year of retirement this weekend by holding a Year in Review meeting, seeing Jackie Chan’s hilarious classic Rumble in the Bronx, and feasting on bubbly and sushi. I am 73% happier and have an overall retirement rating of 81%. Blaine is still crunching his numbers.
June 1, 2025 at 6:24 PM
My husband and I celebrated one year of retirement this weekend by holding a Year in Review meeting, seeing Jackie Chan’s hilarious classic Rumble in the Bronx, and feasting on bubbly and sushi. I am 73% happier and have an overall retirement rating of 81%. Blaine is still crunching his numbers.
If we listen to their poems as birds might, relieved of our preoccupation with message, we may hear the beloved music of our language on display, intensified, toyed with, subverted, stretched taut to its quivering point.
#SundaySentence
Linguaphile: A Life of Language Love
@juliesedivy.bsky.social
#SundaySentence
Linguaphile: A Life of Language Love
@juliesedivy.bsky.social
June 1, 2025 at 4:09 PM
If we listen to their poems as birds might, relieved of our preoccupation with message, we may hear the beloved music of our language on display, intensified, toyed with, subverted, stretched taut to its quivering point.
#SundaySentence
Linguaphile: A Life of Language Love
@juliesedivy.bsky.social
#SundaySentence
Linguaphile: A Life of Language Love
@juliesedivy.bsky.social
It simply was, had always been there, waiting for him, and he had never noticed, had walked past it all his life.
#SundaySentence from The Unmothers by Leslie J. Anderson.
#SundaySentence from The Unmothers by Leslie J. Anderson.
May 25, 2025 at 3:11 PM
It simply was, had always been there, waiting for him, and he had never noticed, had walked past it all his life.
#SundaySentence from The Unmothers by Leslie J. Anderson.
#SundaySentence from The Unmothers by Leslie J. Anderson.
I can’t be normal, so I’ll be something else.
Today’s #SundaySentence is from the riveting Death of the Author by Nnedi Okorafor.
#booksky💙📚
Today’s #SundaySentence is from the riveting Death of the Author by Nnedi Okorafor.
#booksky💙📚
May 11, 2025 at 3:25 PM
I can’t be normal, so I’ll be something else.
Today’s #SundaySentence is from the riveting Death of the Author by Nnedi Okorafor.
#booksky💙📚
Today’s #SundaySentence is from the riveting Death of the Author by Nnedi Okorafor.
#booksky💙📚
Outside the window, insects millioned around the porch light. The bug crickets were doing a raspy ventriloquy of the stars; perhaps she recognized their tiny voices.
#SundaySentence from “Bog Girl: A Romance,” from Karen Russell’s short story collection Orange World.
#SundaySentence from “Bog Girl: A Romance,” from Karen Russell’s short story collection Orange World.
May 4, 2025 at 3:51 PM
Outside the window, insects millioned around the porch light. The bug crickets were doing a raspy ventriloquy of the stars; perhaps she recognized their tiny voices.
#SundaySentence from “Bog Girl: A Romance,” from Karen Russell’s short story collection Orange World.
#SundaySentence from “Bog Girl: A Romance,” from Karen Russell’s short story collection Orange World.
This week, my #SundaySentence is once again from the brilliant Neko Case’s memoir, The Harder I Fight The More I Love You:
We sat in the artificial daytime of the grandstand, moths and bats embroidering evasive flight paths in the floodlights … 1/2
We sat in the artificial daytime of the grandstand, moths and bats embroidering evasive flight paths in the floodlights … 1/2
April 27, 2025 at 3:17 PM
This week, my #SundaySentence is once again from the brilliant Neko Case’s memoir, The Harder I Fight The More I Love You:
We sat in the artificial daytime of the grandstand, moths and bats embroidering evasive flight paths in the floodlights … 1/2
We sat in the artificial daytime of the grandstand, moths and bats embroidering evasive flight paths in the floodlights … 1/2
It’s here, it’s here, it’s here: joyous springing aka the darling buds of pre-May. Shorts. Sandals. The official shunning of sweaters. Life begins again.
#spring #yegspring #springbuds #proseccoseason
#spring #yegspring #springbuds #proseccoseason
April 26, 2025 at 12:32 AM
It’s here, it’s here, it’s here: joyous springing aka the darling buds of pre-May. Shorts. Sandals. The official shunning of sweaters. Life begins again.
#spring #yegspring #springbuds #proseccoseason
#spring #yegspring #springbuds #proseccoseason