I’m so confused it almost feels calm.

- Shane Jones

They held me and told me everything would be fine, that sadness would rise from our bones and evaporate in sunlight the way morning fog burned off th…

- Shane Jones

I dreamed you a field of running horses, Selah. For you, Bianca, a balloon the size of the sky, my body a kite you can throw into the air.Pull me by …

- Shane Jones

I wanted to write you a story about magic. I wanted rabbits appearing from hats. I wanted balloons lifting you into the sky. It turned out to be noth…

- Shane Jones

I’m always surprised when writers say they don’t believe in a god or religion but they believe in creating a world on two hundred pages using symbols…

- Shane Jones