I wonder why we always deny love. I remember in middle school, if you were accused of the crime of loving, you screamed denials constantly and stopped ever even looking at the boy you were...

I thought of the parable of the prodigal son. We had made merry for the beloved child’s return too – but what happens when the beloved child doesn’t say she’s sorry? The parable doesn’t talk...

She was a mind floating in an ocean of confusion.

She had a sense of herself being brain dead: running on tubes and machines.

But sometimes, in tight corners, when your back is against the wall and the world is against you, you have to fight back in unexpected ways.

She had never had a daydream that dreamed itself, like nightmares. That crawled out of her brain like a creature of the dark. A daymare.

I actually thought you would be kind,” said the vampire.”Go away!” screamed Devnee.He did not answer.”I didn’t have to be kind,” Devnee told him. “Victoria was kind for me.”He laughed.”No one can be kind for...

It was darker in the tower than any place Devnee had ever been. The dark had textures, some velvet, some satin. The dark shifted positions.The dark continued to breathe. The breath of the tower lifted...