[...]when he closed his eyes, the torrent of longing waiting inside was so thick he thought he might drown in it.
YOU'RE IN MY MOUTH, I said. GET OUT OF MY MOUTH.
My soup arrived. Crusted with cheese, golden at the edges. The waiter placed it carefully in front of me, and I broke through the top layer with my spoon and filled it with warm oniony broth, catching...
Joseph would reach out to me occasionally, the same way the desert blooms a flower every now and then. You get so used to the subtleties of beige and Brown, and then a sunshine-yellow poppy bursts fro...
I wanted to bathe in plum juice, rediscover my body and adorn it in kiwi circles.
When the light at Vernon turned green, we stepped into the street and George grabbed my hand and the ghosts of our younger selves crossed with us.
The world can ask you to participate, but it's a day-today decision if you want to agree to that proposal.
One could not spend one's life in the imaginings of another life.
Mom loved my brother more. Not that she didn't love me - I felt the wash of her love every day, pouring over me, but it was a different kind, siphoned from a different, and tamer, body of water. I was...
And in it all, the sensation of shaking my fists at the sky, shaking my fists high up to the sky, because that is what we do when someone dies too early, too beautiful, too undervalued by the world, o...
An old man with overalls walked by; I don't think old people should wear overalls; it makes them look like shrivelly toddlers.
It's unsettling to meet people who don't eat apples.
I like birthday cake. It's so symbolic. It's a tempting symbol to load with something more complicated than just 'Happy birthday!' because it's this emblem of childhood and a happy day.
There are students that are scattered, who need to see something through to the finish, but I would say there are possibly more who do not entertain the leaps of the mind that need to be nurtured, and...
It was the kind of conversation you could only hold in whispers.
I just like the feeling of finding the right word in my mind and employing it. I get pleasure from that feeling. I prefer language to gesture. I figured other people might, too.
He had set up a telescope on a corner of the roof, and we went up to take a look.This is time travel, he said, narrowing an eye to set the lens. Because the light is old. We're seeing back in time.No,...
Now she and the widow had something in common, though loss did not pass from one person to another like a baton. It just formed a bigger and bigger pool of carriers. And she thought, scratching the co...
It was ridiculous, at times, how many tears one body could produce.
It is difficult to want to tell a grave that it is not immortal. It's so obvious at that point.