I thought he had taken my soul, said Rev. I thought he took mine, too. But no one can. It's just been sleeping.
I think when you are born an angel should say to you, hopefully kindly and not in that fake voice of an airline attendant: Here you go on this long, long dream. Don’t even try to wake up. Just let it...
I think that poetry is perfect for women raising children, with just bits of time and such need to connect to other women out of the isolation of motherhood.
I pounded through the houses, staggering down the hallways, falling down the steps. It was a hot streaky dawn full of insecticides, exhaust, flowers that could make you sick or fall in love. My batter...
I embody death, not peace. The only choice in this world we have made from our betrayals and our weakness and our greed.
But me, maybe I fit in a place like this. Maybe the cold inside of me will seem less cold in this winter. Maybe the tall buildings will make the brick walls I build for myself seem smaller. Maybe the...
And then I cried a flood of tears as if I really were a mermaid who had absorbed too much sea into herself. The tears spilled like a balm, like a potion, like a charm. In them swam a little girl whose...
Choose to believe in your own myth your own glamour your own spell a young woman who does this (even if she is just pretending) has everything....
Love can transform us. It can be a healing force or a disaster, a tidal wave, a tornado. It can burn and scar us or heal our scars. It can be the ghost that haunts us, or the best friend who reads our...
I was staring to learn how to forget the things that made me sad. It was like a charm you followed step-by-step, collecting and blending the ingredients, placing everything in its proper place, reciti...
I still can’t talk about it, he saidDuck. Dirk touched his cheekI remember, later, my mom trying to run into the water and I’m trying to hold her back and her hair and my tears are so bright that I’m...
I didn't tell him that what I was most scared of, most haunted by, was something I didn't understand and could never run away from. It was myself.
At first we raced through space, like shadows and light; her rants, my raves; her dark hair, my blonde; black dresses, white. She's a purple-black African-violet-dark butterfly and I a white moth. We...