“These ears aren't to be trusted. The keening in the night, didn't you hear? Once I believed all the stories didn’t have endings, but I realized the endings were invented, like zero, had yet to be imagined. The months come… — Jeannine Hall Gailey Copy Share Image
“ Alice in Darkness Forget tears. Chasing white animals with timepieces in this drug-trip landscape can only lead to more of same. Hedgehogs, playing… — Jeannine Hall Gailey Copy Share Image
“These ears aren't to be trusted. The keening in the night, didn't you hear? Once I believed all the stories didn’t have endings, but… — Jeannine Hall Gailey Copy Share Image
“Solitude my solace, wrapped around me like layers of golden hair. Stacks of books and I can sing as loud as I please all… — Jeannine Hall Gailey Copy Share Image
“Little Cinder Girl, they can't understand you. You rise from the as-heap in a blaze and only then do they recognize you as their… — Jeannine Hall Gailey Copy Share Image