The act of quilting is the transformations of meaning and object.
The night of the spiritualist messaging service was the beginning of the end of my marriage.
When someone likes you and you’re only passing for human, the tricky thing is to find out if they know.
I am driving my father’s car to my hometown to put him in a nursing home.
“I’ll always be viewed as a hyper-political symbol before I get to be a human.”
Corpse-like, sliding on polyester, with breath, heartbeat, insomnia.
They were fallen angels, Satan’s henchmen, and they were everywhere.
We had other places we called home, other cities and countries and people who weren’t present that we loved.
“All my mother had done was try to love me while not loving herself.”