A Food Truce, The Picnic Suspension Of

In Short Stories There's More Permission To Be Elliptical. You Can Have Image-logic, Or It's Almost Like A Poem In That You Can Come To A Lot Of Meanings Within A Short Space.

Madness, As I Understood It From Books, Meant A Person Who Was Open To The High White Whine Of Everything.

My Older Sister Has Entire Kingdoms Inside Of Her, And Some Of Them Are Only Accessible At Certain Seasons, In Certain Kinds Of Weather. One Such Melting Occurs In Summer Rain, At Midnight, During The Vine-green Breathing Time Right Before Sleep. You Have To Ask The Right Question, Throw The Right Rope Bridge, To Get There-and Then Bolt Across The Chasm Between You, Before Your Bridge Collapses.

There Are Certain Prehistoric Things That Swim Beyond Extinction.

Regret Is A Pilgrimage Back To The Place Where I Was Free To Choose.