Then how can you ever know about the beautiful goodness of Mud? How bad it wants to be things. How bad it wants to get on your legs and arms and take your footprints and handprints and how bad it want...
Some lights shine without any flashing. Others flash on and off.
Maybonne said Just because someone has lace-up hip huggers does not mean they can control the world. Then Magreet let her wear those pants. When my aunt saw them on her she shouted Are you trying to k...
If I could only turn the etch-a-sketch of my life upside down.
But when the thing that is scaring you is already Jesus, who are you supposed to pray to?
Twinkle twinkle little star. You are nothing. You've been dead for a thousand years...
Same circus, different clowns, and without a doubt I'm one of them.
At the center of everything we call 'the arts,' and children call 'play,' is something which seems somehow alive.
I listen like mad to any conversation taking place next to me just trying to hear why this is funny. Women's restrooms are especially great. I wash my hands twice waiting for people to come in and sta...
What year is it in your imagination?
Something can only become an illusion after disillusionment. before that, it is something real. what caused the disillusionment? no one told me the print on the wall was just ink and paper and had no...
But paper and ink have conjuring abilities of their own. arrangements of lines and shapes, of letters and words on a series of pages make a world we can dwell and travel in.
Daily practice with images both written and drawn is rare once we have lost our baby teething begin to think of ourselves as good at some things and bad at other things. It is not that this isn’t true...
As I enter the small intestine I get squeezed by muscles. Its dark and the walls look like slimey crushed velvet theres pancreas juice on me help me I am disintigrating.
Above me soft footsteps, the sound through the ceiling of a teenager haunted by a door to the night. My cousin Maybonne lights up a Salem, blows ghosts to the darkness, be it ever so humble, there's n...
Once i knew the blinking cat could not really blink, was just paper and ink.
When we finish a book, why do we hold it in both hands and gaze at it as if it were somehow alive?
The histories of vampires and people are not so different, really. How many of us can honestly see our own reflection?
Playing and fun are not the same thing, though when we grow up we may forget that and find ourselves mixing up playing with happiness. There can be a kind of amnesia about the seriousness of playing,...
One by one most kids I knew quit drawing and never drew again. It left behind too much evidence.