A true love story from my own life, complete with a Chagall, origami, and a real life “running through the airport” scene.
Read MoreExcerpt: “It could be his heart, returning, only to shank him in the back and leave him bleeding on the sidewalk, if he was still capable of blood.”
Read MoreExcerpt: “The way the sun reflected off of the gun’s clean metal made it look like a star wrapped in a blanket. I wondered if I, too, had something inside my black soul as beautiful and dangerous.”
Read MoreExcerpt: “Love blossomed like a flower in the skull.”
Read MoreExcerpt: “Like all things, this begins with an ending.”
Read MoreExcerpt: “Shade turned towards the sound and confirmed aloud what his face had already begun to, “ I am. I’m gonna kill the rooster of Bel Air.”
Read MoreExcerpt: “How relationships reveal that everything contains magic.”
Read MoreExcerpt: “Would there be an end to this ever-deepening pigeonhole, or would it stretch on, always a little farther than his best reach? Perhaps not, perhaps it is only hand deep, and any anxious plunge would only snap his wrist.”
Read MoreExcerpt: “Every time Alameda discovers a planet, she names it after herself.”
Read MoreExcerpt: “Some things will die because you touch them, and some things will die because you never do.”
Read MoreExcerpt: “All that hungers hurries to the surface.”
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