He Had A Thousand-year-old Stare.

I Was In Love With The Whole World And All That Lived In Its Rainy Arms.

I Have Brothers And Was A Tomboy, If That's Still A Designation. It Wasn't A Stretch For Me To Think And Write As A 13-year-old Boy - It Is Freeing.

Hunger Steals The Memory

Every So Often Something Shatters Like Ice And We Are In The River Of Our Existence. We Are Aware.

She Had Always Been A Reader… But Now She Was Obsessed. Since Her Discovery Of The Book Hoard Downstairs From Her Job, She’d Been Caught Up In One Such Collection Of People And Their Doings After The Next…the Pleasure Of This Sort Of Life – Bookish, She Supposed It Might Be Called, A Reading Life – Had Made Her Isolation Into A Rich And Even Subversive Thing. She Inhabited One Consoling Or Horrifying Persona After Another…that She Was Childless And Husbandless And Poor Meant Less Once She Picked Up A Book. Her Mistakes Disappeared Into It. She Lived With An Invented Force.