I want to know what it means to be in love. But in my dictionary 'in love' is indefinable.

I fell for a boy from the wrong side of the tracks.

Believe it or not, I sold my first novel, Crank, with only seventy-five pages complete. It was in verse then, and it was hard-hitting then.

A breeze blows up, touching my cheek like a little child's kiss. It flutters a piece of paper. "Trash, out there? Must belong to one of us." We move closer, and when I reached for it, I find...... a perfect paper airplane.

Why are people so afraid of giving their kids necessary information that might prevent an unwanted pregnancy or disease? But they're not worried about the violent nature of video games or movies or books.

Might as Well Laugh ...remember ...when ...Life ...made ...sense

Without poetry, stories would be told in sepia.