But sometimes even the sky is dangerous. I look up and see your face in the stars.
The future will be gorgeous and reckless, and words, those luminous charms, will set us free again. - Carole Maso
The future will be gorgeous and reckless, and words, those luminous charms, will set us free again.
- Carole Maso
But sometimes even the sky is dangerous. I look up and see your face in the stars. - Carole Maso
The Voice of the River is a beautifully written, deeply inclusive and profoundly spirtual work of art. I am moved by its great genorosity above all, … - Carole Maso
The Voice of the River is a beautifully written, deeply inclusive and profoundly spirtual work of art. I am moved by its great genorosity above all, …
After sex, after coffee, after everything there is to be said -- The hovering and beautiful alphabet as we form our first words after making love. An… - Carole Maso
After sex, after coffee, after everything there is to be said -- The hovering and beautiful alphabet as we form our first words after making love. An…
One of the strangest things about writing well is that it requires two different zones in the brain--rigor and recklessness--simultaneously. - Carole Maso
One of the strangest things about writing well is that it requires two different zones in the brain--rigor and recklessness--simultaneously.
Huddled around the fire of the alphabet. - Carole Maso
Huddled around the fire of the alphabet.
Truth be told, there is not one day that goes by when I don't fall in love with someone, with something. - Carole Maso
Truth be told, there is not one day that goes by when I don't fall in love with someone, with something.
Deliriously imagined, The Mothering Coven is a work of wonder. Joanna Ruocco arrives: marvelous, and fully sprung! - Carole Maso
Deliriously imagined, The Mothering Coven is a work of wonder. Joanna Ruocco arrives: marvelous, and fully sprung!
How I love them. How good they are. They endure endless hours of me talking about the future. They keep me near and at the same time bid me farewell.… - Carole Maso
How I love them. How good they are. They endure endless hours of me talking about the future. They keep me near and at the same time bid me farewell.…
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