“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 string and horse. Tell me everything won't end… — Shane Jones Copy Share Image
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 the river in summer. My mother rubbed the kites on my hands and… — Shane Jones Copy Share Image
“ List of Artists Who Created Fantasy Worlds to Try and Cure Bouts of Sadness 1. Italo Calvino 2. Gabriel Garcia Marquez 3. Jim… — Shane Jones Copy Share Image
“The left side of my body is Bianca, and my right side is Selah. With no body I have no reason to move from… — Shane Jones Copy Share Image
“I dreamed you a field of running horses, Selah. For you, Bianca, a balloon the size of the sky, my body a kite you… — Shane Jones Copy Share Image
“I don’t want to die, said February. This is what is going to happen, said the girl who smelled of honey and smoke. She… — Shane Jones Copy Share Image
I wanted to write you a story about magic. I wanted rabbits appearing from hats. I wanted balloons lifting you into the sky. It… — Shane Jones Copy Share Image
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… — Shane Jones Copy Share Image
“Selah wished for a moat to protect their home from February. Selah wished for the end of February and endless sadness and the end… — Shane Jones Copy Share Image
They held me and told me everything would be fine, that sadness would rise from our bones and evaporate in sunlight the way morning… — Shane Jones Copy Share Image
