But sometimes even the sky is dangerous. I look up and see your face in the stars.

But sometimes even the sky is dangerous. I look up and see your face in the stars.

How I love them. How good they are. They endure endless hours of me talking about the future. They keep me near and at the same time bid me farewell. That is what real love is.

The future will be gorgeous and reckless, and words, those luminous charms, will set us free again.

Deliriously imagined, The Mothering Coven is a work of wonder. Joanna Ruocco arrives: marvelous, and fully sprung!

Huddled around the fire of the alphabet.

Truth be told, there is not one day that goes by when I don't fall in love with someone, with something.