I climb through the rubble toward the door. It takes a long time, time enough for a Giant to see me from the blood-red stained-glass eye window and reach out to crush me in his hand the size of a trac...
Dirk, this is Peace, Granola, Crystal, Chi, Aura, Tahini, and the twins, Yin and Yang, Duck said....They had all of us one right after the other. Me while they were into the total surf scene when they...
Like pretty'what would it be like if i thought i was prettywhat would it be like if i carriedthat knowledge aroundlike i do the knowledge that i am a writerpretty like peonies pretty like satin pretty...
You still cry too easily, but without your tears, at least, everything would burn. You are Spring in your jeans, in the laughing leaves. I think pearls melted over your bones.
When they first kiss, there on the beach, they will kneel at the edge of the Pacific and say a prayer of thanks, sending all the stories of love inside them out in a fleet of bottles all across the oc...
We are all insane. But how do you distinguish sanity from insanity, how do you diagnose abnormality in this new world?
Under the pink Harlequin sunglasses strawberry dangling charms, and sugar-frosted eyeshadow she was really almost beautiful.
There’s nowhere to escape, Dobey said, jamming his hands into his pockets and staring into the Valley.That’s not true, baby, said Desiree.She took his hands and pulled him to her, wrapping her legs ar...
The wishes might not come true the way you think they will, not everything will be perfect, but love will come because it always does, because why else would it exist and it will make everything hurt...
The night was a rush of steaming pasta, wet irises, Italian leathers, swaddled beggars, skulking boys, sulking girls, garbage piles, pretzel vendors.
My pain is ugly, Angel Juan. I feel like I have so much ugly pain,' says Witch Baby in a dream.'Everyone does,' Angel Juan says. 'My mother says that pain is hidden in everyone you see. She says try t...
My mother says that pain is hidden in everyone you see. She says try to imagine it like big bunches of flowers that everyone is carrying around with them. Think of your pain like a big bunch of red ro...
My mother said, kiss him, darling, it's easy so natural and I thought to myself, not with lips of stone, dear mother, not with lips of stone
Maybe one night I’ll be asleep and I’ll feel a hand like a dove on my cheekbone and feel her breath cool like peppermints and when I open my eyes my mom will be there like an angle, saying in the soft...
In order to have bliss you have to be able to accept all the parts of the other, all the wildness and the darkness. You have to be able to hold on.
I will go to campus alone dressed in antique silk slips and beat-up cowboy boots and gypsy beads, and I will study poetry. I will sit on the edge of the fountain in the plaza and write.
Hopefully, when you are young, you discover something called love, which is really just another name for going home.
Beauty loved him more than anything, her Beast boy, but, secretly, sometimes, she wished he would have remained a Beast.
All the things that girls feel they are not when they fear that if they become, if they are, they will no longer be loved by the sisters whose hearts they have not meant to break. And besides, if the...
Stories are like genies...They can carry us into and though our sorrows. Sometimes they burn, sometimes they dance, sometimes they weep, sometimes they sing. Like genies, everyone has one. Like genies...