When I was a boy, that was all I wanted—to grow a pair of wings and get up into the sky. I had a basement full of failed wing projects. Boards and capes and motors,...
Fox-TrotBy the stream the fox and she-fox stoodNose to nose beneath the starsDancing the music of the woods.The deer rapped a beat with their hooves,The ravens sang from raven heartsAs by the stream the fox...
His client needs him, he says. Needs him? But isn’t he needed at home?
Have you ever watched a leaf leave a tree? It falls upward first, and then it drifts toward the ground, just as I find myself drifting towards you.
Step out from behind the words. When you’re a writer you can imagine that the words speak for you and are you, but they’re not. You are this living breathing bad hair day kind of...
Beauty is the worst kind of lie.
Nature is not the number-one mystery, I’ve learned. It’s the heart that takes top honors.
You aren’t happy,” Estela says.”I can’t be happy,” I say.”Look at me, Kenzie.””I’m looking at you, Estela.””Do you know your own heart?””I don’t know anything.””Go,” she says, “and think. And don’t come back until you...
The night before, I’d gone overboard with my Lila poems, and maybe it’s true that I was hoping that in them he’d see the genius of me, the beauty of my words in his hands.
Forgiveness, which is the place that every story turns, the chance we give each other.
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