If we were created in God’s image, then when God was a child he smushed fire ants with his fingertips and avoided tough questions.

I am standing like shoe polish on an overstocked shelf hoping that one day someone will pick me to make things better.

Pretend – inside your skin – you've got a friend, who's willing to give you everything you ever wanted in exchange for all you've ever been.

Even good hearts know how to turn bad touch and genocide into clichés just to make room for more comfort.

...others, with halos shaped like rollercoasters you'd stand in line to ride twice.

You can call me an angry ghost when I'm gone, or laugh into my disposition. But my mom will still see me as her wide-eyed wanderer out behind the garage inventing ways to fend off dog attacks that will probably never happen.

You're not the only piece of patchwork birds can pull worms from.