"The scratches and bites keep it satisfied."

"Does the imagery compel you to come closer?"

"When I first approached writing my own memoir, collaboration was not what I had in mind."

"What do I hide with my body?"

"I feel compelled to keep a file of it all- a shattered portrait....."

"I cannot name the color of the sky. Perhaps it was the color of magenta, or perhaps it was the color of permanence."

"Glass can shatter.....so can we."

"The moon will join me, And the minutes on the clock will scramble away, afraid of my intensity."

it’s so much easier to play dead and leave my fate up to the drooling fanged beast before me than it is to stand up and fight. after all,...