“We kept a jarful of keyson a forgotten shelfin the house.What doors they opened,or what they kept forever locked,before they came by accidentor chance into our little jar,we never learned.”

“wind stinging our facesoverhead the birdsshrieking turn backturn back turn backbehind us, look,bright fields, the seaglinting gold!we've come this farchasing the rain,the sun at our heels.”

“Who can teach a heart what the heart desires?”

“She flutters a hand and historybreathes—innocence returns,sin ripens on the tree of knowledge,death comes to be.”

“She battened on a truthshe knew I too must own:when what’s at stakeis loyalty or love,hers are the true rights.”

“Sour wine laughter song a bagful of wishesmy satchel of skin my brittle bones— Chasing the rain The sun at my heels”

“I wish we could put up some of the Christmas spirit in jars and open a jar of it every month.”