A Library Is An Adjustable Wrench For

Older Teens Tend To Write To Me And Say, 'thank You For Not Writing Down To Teenagers.'

I Looked At Her, And She Was Smiling Like She Was Broken.

The Sky Was As Blue As A Stupid Postcard, And The Islands Were As Green As Islands.

Its A Very 18th-century Thing To Have A Book Broken Into Several Volumes.

I Miss That Time. The Cities Back Then, Just After The Forests Died, Were Full Of Wonders, And You'd Stumble On Them--these Princes Of The Air On Common Rooftops--the Rivers That Burst Through The City Streets So They Ran Like Canals--the Rabbits In Parking Garages--the Deer Foaling, Nestled In Dumpsters Like A Nativity.