The boys I have loved have each wanted something from me. Their love was — perhaps not love at all — demanding…
I wake up in the Land of Fate to the sound of the wind whistling around me. It less of a whistle and more of a whine. Pleading…
She cannot find a way to measure her heart. She first tries when she is seven, and thinks that you weigh it in scoops, the same way that her…
Someone once asked me why we are all mad. Not mad like cuckoo loose screws have you lost your marbles. The other…