The happening and telling are very different things. This doesn’t mean that the story isn’t true, only that I honestly don’t know anymore...

I want to be able to tell you that the petals are as light-heavy as full stops. I want to be able to tell you that I miss you, and the...

Our dreams go everywhere we go. We have access to twenty or thirty different worlds (how many are there really?), far beyond the reach of...

There was birth and there was love and there was death, and there were only these three stories in life and no others, but there was also...

People have been telling me since I was a little girl that I was too fervent, too forceful, too much. I thought I had harnessed the power...

When the rain came it came first as the scent of rain, the grey air stained darker behind the hills. Then when it came down to us it was...