No one noticed Witch Baby as she went back inside the cottage, into the room she and Cherokee shared.Cherokee's side of the room was filled with feathers, crystals, butterfly wings, rocks, shells and...
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...
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.
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...
Each of us has a family tree full of stories inside of us, Dirk thought. Each of us has a story blossoming out of us.
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...
You have to make your own family, your own life.
What shall we do? All of us passionate girls who fear crushing the boys we love with our mouths like caverns of teeth, our mushrooming brains, and watermelon hearts?
Welcome Beauty, banish fear.
We got quiet. The garden was combing her hair and putting on earrings. The house was full of dancing creatures, not male and female but both, two lovers in one body. The books downstairs were reciting...
The world isn't necessarily going to explode. There will just be vast change. There is hope. It is in the rain forests, the healing plants from there, and in sex and the children who are being born. T...
Relieved because what I dreaded most in the whole world was going to happen and I wouldn’t have to live with it anymore—the fear. There is the relief of finally not being alone and the relief of being...
Pain didn't ever really stop, he thought; it just changed forms.
Non sum qualis eram. I am not what I once was.
My baby brother would never call Hex soft. Not Hex.And not me, either. Not anymore. Not any fucking more.
I am not a hero, I am not Odysseus, there are no gods or goddesses guiding me. All I have is myself. And Hex's sword.
Valentinemy friends stitched it up with golden threadlike a redsatin pillow they gave me other whole ones tooroses and charms and red candlesmilagros to repair the real onethey told me i was no longer...