And at some point I would like to talk my publisher into doing an anthology of my poetry alongside some teen readers poetry. It would be fun, and really wonderful to get their stuff out there.

I don't need more pain in my life. Why did I invite it in? Do I have to feel pain to believe I feel anything at all?

I really have to wonder who or what made Daddy become this way. Babies aren't born cruel or filled with sick desire. Evil is not intrinsic. It's fashioned.

The stars shine as they always do. Same stars. Same sky. Only I am different.

Grown up? Me? I suppose I have. Killing things, and almost killing myself, must have changed me some, after all.

he sucked the nectar from her heart like a famished butterfly.

Some people never find the right kind of love. You know, the kind that steals your breath away, like diving into snowmelt. The kind that jolts your heart, sets it beating apace, an anxious hiccuping of hummingbird wings