She hadn’t meant to get trapped in a conversation. That was the trouble with offering help to old people.

Eve didn't choose to eat the apple. She was tempted by the serpent." "Yes," I argue, thoughts coming out half-formed. "But...she didn't have to take a bite. She chose to.

Our mouths and bodies speak for us in a new language as the trees shake loose a rain of petals that stick to our slickness like skins we will wear forever. And just like that, I am changed.

It's always darkest before the ultimate sparkle.

But sons are a different matter to a man. More a duty than an indulgence.

Why is it that some secrets can drown you while some pull you close to others in a way you never want to lose?

There is nothing more terrifying than the absoluteness of one who believes he's right.