A.S. King
- Ask the Passengers
Every airplane, no matter how far it is up there, I send love to it. I picture the people in their seats with their plastic cups of soda or orange juice or Scotch, and I love them... I send a steady, visible stream of it - love - from me to them... I don't care if they don't love me back. This isn't reciprocal. It's an outpouring. Because if I give it all away, then no one can control it. Because if I give it all away, I'll be free.
Kathleen Glasgow
- Girl in Pieces: A Novel
Like an orphan, I came here with no clothes. Like an orphan, I was wrapped in a bedsheet and left on the lawn of Regions Hospital in the freezing sleet and snow... My mother didn't come to claim me. But: I remember the stars that night. They were like salt against the sky, like someone spilling the shaker against very dark cloth. That matter to me, their accidental beauty. The last thing I thought I might see before I died on that cold, wet grass.
Julie Buxbaum
- Tell Me Three Things
When I woke up this morning, I didn't have the blissful thirty-second amnesia that has carried me through lately, that beautiful half minute when my mind is blank, empty, and un-tortured. Instead I awoke with pure, full-throttled rage. It's been one whole month since the accident. Thirty impossible days.
