Clear. Cold. Empty. Like how I feel right now. Love is strange. One minute you’re jungle fever. The next you’re Artic winter.

Forever has no meaning when you're living in the moment. I wasn't ready for that moment to end.

Scientists say every action initiates an equal and opposite reaction. I say that's just the start. I say every action initiates a most unequal and upredictable chain reaction, that every filament of living becomes part of a larger weave, while remaining identifiable. That every line of latitude requires several stripes of longitude to obtain meaning. That every universe is part of a bigger heaven, a heaven of rhythm and geometry, where a heartbeat is the apex of a triangle.

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.

the not-so-bookish librarian was half angel, half she-devil, so sayeth the rumor mill.

When the door to love opens, The window to control closes.

Forever made that kiss stand out in my mind, touch my heart, make me remember a kiss so tender.