Grief is not something you know if you grow up wearing feathers with a Charlie Chaplin boyfriend, a love-child papoose, a witch baby, a Dirk and a Duck, a Slinkster Dog, and a movie to dance in. You c...
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...
A kiss about apple pie à la mode with the vanilla creaminess melting in the pie heat. A kiss about chocolate, when you haven’t eaten chocolate in a year. A kiss about palm trees speeding by, trailing...
Magic can be found in stolen moments.
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.
This was not a fearie tale. This was not the movies. This was life. It hurt more. It was excruciating. It was excruciatingly beautiful.
They knew, though, she would not suffer as they had suffered. She was perfect. They were scarred.
The happier you are, the less you need.
Take my eye, I say. I have another.
Spun sugar clouds and extraterrestrial crystal vintage T-birds flying through space, morning-glory girls swinging from star-hung vines in cosmic gardens.
Non sum qualis eram. I am not what I once was.
Maybe her own tears were the poison that made her grow.
It seems impossible that you can love one person so much, no matter what happens, no matter what they do.
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'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...
He said, You're so tiny, like a doll, you look like you might break. I wanted him to break me. Part of me did.
Flowers are reincarnation. They come out of the earth of our ashes. Nothing else looks so soul-like.
You have to imagine things before you can do them. Stories help us see.