In Isleta the rainbow was a crack in the universe. We saw the barest of all life that is possible. Bright horses rolled over and over the dusking sky.

I listen to the gunfire we cannot hear, and begin this journey with the light of knowing the root of my own furious love.

True power does not amass through the pain and suffering of others.

If you do not answer the noise and urgency of your gifts, they will turn on you. Or drag you down with their immense sadness at being abandoned.

I've always had a theory that some of us are born with nerve endings longer than our bodies

The woman hanging from the 13th floor window on the east side of Chicago is not alone...She is all the women of the apartment building who stand watching her, watching themselves.

Perhaps the world will end at the kitchen table, while we are laughing and crying, eating of the last sweet bite.