“She told me there was a place on my face she wanted to inhale.”

“He said that he felt that there was a book hidden between us. Some small thing lodged between a rib or a summer. and He wanted to find it.”

“He left the next morning, searching for a city with light that reminded him of me. He would mail me empty envelopes and boxes, I would take them into my closet, shut the door, and quickly open them...”

“I don't know if I have ever truly believed that everyone deserves love. But if I had to take it one moment further into those shadowed valleys of heartfull, I would admit that I do believe that lov...”

“there are these places on your poem, / where I want to write bodies.”

“and you taste / of the memory of god abandoned.”

“A prose that is altogether alive demands something of the reader that the ordinary novel reader is not prepared to give.”

“Prose divides shame into stations.”

“He lifted his arm that had been resting on her shoulders and gazed at the words she had written on his hand. He had been branded as cattle are branded to show whom they belong to. The cold mountain...”