Good Sentences

Impregnatable people, in the right-wing conception, constitute a distinct, female, and subhuman class: a resource that requires domination due to the value of what can be extracted.

This is all we have in this life all we own: a flowering an opening a gap between stones for tiny tender roots.

Now is the season to know That everything you do Is sacred.

And who will be accountable for this regret I see no way to avoid?

How shall the heart be reconciled to its feast of losses?

This is the city that saw the raw mass of me, the quick and slow of me, the I’m afraid and I can’t of me, the it’s beyond me side of me. 

all I will say is goodnight patting a few last strands in place you're covered now my darling one last graze in the meadow of you

If I can’t save us

A boy told me if he roller-skated fast enough his loneliness couldn’t catch up to him, the best reason I ever heard for trying to be a champion.

Oak leaves so full of late summer

Sometimes you have to go ahead and do the most important things, the things you believe in, and not wait until years later, when you say, “I wish I had gone, done, kissed.”

If tenderness approaches, run to it. 

We are stripped to the bone and we swim in tandem and go up and up the river, the identical river called Mine and we enter together.

And being known, or at least, being treated as knowable and worth knowing, is the most comforting thing in the universe.

We know we are doomed, done for, damned, and still the light reaches us, falls on our shoulders even now,