…but I’d learned a long time ago that the worse things are, the more people lie about them.

Marcus, even in this darkness, I try to swim back to you.I swear, I do.

I think of myth and magic as the hieroglyphics of the human psyche. They are a special language that circumvents conscious thought and goes straight to the subconscious. Non-fiction uses the medium of information. It...

I know babe” he said, wrapping me in his arms. I could hear the loudly thu-bump of his heart as he picked me up and carried me like a child. And he called me Babe.

It’s just not funny.

but if Yale joined us, there would be.

My dad was nothing but a bingo call.

Ah, man! This was my favorite shirt. Who tore it?” he asked, trying to pull the ragged edges together.