She could feel the common blood song inside the place, the…

“When we change the shape of the Land, we alter the contents and contexts of our collective, familial, and personal memories. Yet, stories can…

— Ari Berk

“Here were love letters, the youth knew. Secret love letters. Unfound, still waiting somewhere beyond the mist. A young man’s words for this girl,…

— Ari Berk

“The past is a chatty companion, I can tell you.”

— Ari Berk

“The day his dad didn’t come home, it was like a huge window over their heads had shattered, and every day they were walking…

— Ari Berk

“It was a stalemate Silas was willing to live with, and apparently, so was his mother. They both knew it wasn’t about the hem…

— Ari Berk

“You can never go back, really, there is only forward.”

— Ari Berk

“Little things like time and generations don’t matter very much with good friends who are fond of each other’s company.”

— Ari Berk

“He passed his hands over some of the fine embossed bindings as he thought, I am a book also, words and thoughts and stories…

— Ari Berk

“Just as you cannot wave your hands and reappear in your simple life before coming here, so you cannot merely clap them to wake…

— Ari Berk

“He just couldn’t be with people. There were a few kids he sometimes spoke with at school—at lunch, or walking home—but months ago even…

— Ari Berk

“What is it about traveling by night that makes even a short journey strange and a little wonderful? Momentary lights appear and pass across…

— Ari Berk

“Here, in this house, her recollections glowed like embers on the hearth, and each night, in their warmth, she’d take a memory or two…

— Ari Berk

“To get ahead, sometimes you had to retrace your steps.”

— Ari Berk

“The more he thought about his mother, the more he could see that while they were on different roads, they were each just plain…

— Ari Berk

“He had plans, but his hopes for higher education, like all his others, were built on “mights.” He might go hang out somewhere, with…

— Ari Berk