Morning. Strawberry sky dusted with white winter powder sugar sun. And nobody to munch on it with
It seems impossible that you can love one person so much, no matter what happens, no matter what they do.
I'd sit around dreaming that the boys I saw at shows or at work - the boys with silver earrings and big boots - would tell me I was beautiful, take me home and feed me Thai food or omelets and undress...
Do you know when they say soul-mates? Everybody uses it in personal ads. Soul-mate wanted. It doesn't mean too much now. But soul mates- think about it. When your soul-whatever that is anyway-somethin...
Dear Angel Juan,You used to guard my sleep like a panther biting back my pain with the edge of your teeth. You carried me into the dark dream jungle, loping past the hungry vines, crossing the shiny f...
Be love because you are.
You have to imagine things before you can do them. Stories help us see.
You are so intense. Like a storm. It's shocking how intense you are.
We try on different dresses, different selves, but our souls are always the same - ongoing, full of light.
This way she could feel the rush of warm air, blowing back her hair as if she were a plant. She could go out into the night and become a part of it and forget who she was.
The fairy who was not old, not young, who was red roses, white snowfall, who was blind and saw everything, who sent stories resounding through the universe said, You much reach inside yourself where I...
Spun sugar clouds and extraterrestrial crystal vintage T-birds flying through space, morning-glory girls swinging from star-hung vines in cosmic gardens.
Sometimes she has imagined what it would be like to fly, to live in the river, to run like a horse. She has dreamed of that freedom, that power, and fears the wildness in herself that wants to live as...
She went out in the city with its lights like a radioactive phosphorescence, wandered through galleries where the high-priced art on the walls was the same as the graffiti scrawled outside by taggers...
Nothing happened. And everything did. Your whole life you can be told something is wrong and so you believe it. Why should you question it? But then slowly seeds are planted inside of you, one by one,...
If you were a mermaid, you said, If you were a mermaid, I was the sea.
If we don’t write our stories, how will we truly know who we are? How will we define the world? How will we touch the mysteries of life?
I'll be inside the one who holds you. And then I won't be.
I was starting 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. It wa...
I dreamed of being a part of the stories—even terrifying one, even horror stories—because at least the girls in stories were alive before they died.