“But in those days, I thought that by believing in magic and miracles, by believing hard enough, harder than anyone on earth, I would be made witness to the sublime. And so, what I was doing on the rooftop was… — Jenny Boully Copy Share Image
Raw and delicate, poignant and poetic, Shelby Smoak’s Bleeder exposes the sorrow and sometimes sweetness of coming to age with HIV. In a world… — Jenny Boully Copy Share Image
“Let those strikes of lightning come so we will quickly know what leaves us.” — Jenny Boully Copy Share Image
“But in those days, I thought that by believing in magic and miracles, by believing hard enough, harder than anyone on earth, I would… — Jenny Boully Copy Share Image
“It is not the story I know or the story you tell me that matters; it is what I already know, what I don't… — Jenny Boully Copy Share Image
“The experience of time translates itself into language, and language translates itself into distance, which translates itself into longing, which is the realization of… — Jenny Boully Copy Share Image
“It was the particular feel of him that made me want to go back: everything that is said is said underneath, where, if it… — Jenny Boully Copy Share Image
“I suppose we were merely on loan in each other's lives; these last years have already broken their secrets, have already gone out ahead… — Jenny Boully Copy Share Image
“How is it the seasons change? Do they change so slowly so creepingly because we so rarely break away from whatever it was that… — Jenny Boully Copy Share Image
