The sound of her laughter was sticky as sap, the smell of night-blooming jasmine soft as a milk bath.
Janet FitchThe best you'll ever do is to understand yourself, know what it is that you want, and not let the cattle stand in your way.
Janet FitchShe was sitting cross-legged on her bed in her white kimono, writing in a notebook with an ink pen she dipped in a bottle. 'Never let a man stay the night,' she told me. 'Dawn has a way of casting a pall on any night magic.' The night magic sounded lovely. Someday I would have lovers and write a poem after.
Janet Fitch