“She began to feel sacred, scared and the voices came and went and her body became brittle, falling, drying, like cold Annihilation,… — J. Jason Graff Copy Share Image
“For now she is small. For now she still thinks in terms of that little town, her concepts stuck, rigid. Eight days,… — J. Jason Graff Copy Share Image
“Mythic dreams floating on a desert wind simultaneously beautiful yet pathetically inconsequential.” — J. Jason Graff Dreams Copy Share Image
“The rains stopped and the clouds were cleaved into shifting forms, slowly disappearing, slowly fading to blue sky, bright blue sky, with… — J. Jason Graff Blue sky Copy Share Image
