Alternate Endings There are times when they gather at the edge of your life, Shadows slipping over the far hills, daffodils blooming too early, the dark matter of the universe that threads its way through the few thousand blackbirds that have invaded the trees out back. Every ending sloughs off our dreams like snakeskin. This… Continue reading Richard Jackson
The cost of oblivious daydreaming was always this moment of return, the realignment with what had been before and now seemed a little worse. — Ian McEwan, Atonement. Anchor Books; 1st edition February 25, 2003) Originally published 2001.
You need not fear, my love, for never have the stars on high told what they know. ― Kahlil Gibran, from “[Let me take you],” The Beloved: Reflections on the Path of the Heart. (Penguin Books; Reissue edition January 1, 1998) Originally published 1994.
… well, not even to think. To be silent; to be alone. All the being and doing, expansive, glittering, vocal, evaporated; and one shrunk, with a sense of solemnity, to being oneself, a wedge-shaped core of darkness, something invisible to others… Beneath it all is dark, it is all spreading, it is unfathomably deep; but… Continue reading Virginia Woolf
Where have you gone, taking your wrists and the writing across them? Where have you taken your dark gaze and your moods turning like stars in the black? — Rebecca Lindenberg, from “Unsonnet: Dark Matter,” National Endowment for the Arts, Writers’ Corner: 2011 Poetry.
For too long, I’ve been telling myself that I could spend all this time with you and flirt with you and not have it mean anything. It does mean something. You mean something to me. — Claudia Gray, Stargazer. (HarperTeen; 1 edition March 24, 2009)
Her kiss is the deep ocean. Her kiss is not the deep ocean. Her kiss is the grey sky. Her kiss is a blind alley. Her kiss is her touch is her breath is her fingers is what remains after the laughing is over. Her kis is the black dog that follows you in the… Continue reading Neil Gaiman