“She is learning to pull faith from the wind, breathe it in and set her worries free.”— Marisa Donnelly, thoughtcatalog.com
“What is the point of having something lovely if you never share it? It would be like having a poem, a beautiful wild poem that no one else has, and burning it.”— Ally Condie, amazon.com
“Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone?”— Edgar Allan Poe, amazon.com
“I’m sorry I called myself a dog. I’m not sorry I called you a coward.”— Trista Mateer, tristamateer.com
“Don’t misunderstand me: the mess here is not romantic. It’s not even logical. Survival rarely is.”— Trista Mateer, therisingphoenixreview.com
“You’re not my biggest heartbreak anymore. What a delicate relief to both of us.”— Trista Mateer, tristamateer.com
“I was carving my name into your side and you were calling me soft, calling me gentle. I do not think you were paying attention.”— Trista Mateer, amazon.com
“I’m twenty-three and I still don’t own my own dishes. Last month, I lived entirely off of paper plates. Say you’ll come home with me anyway.”— Trista Mateer, tristamateer.com
“And this wasn’t supposed to be a fucked up poem but it’s turning into a fucked up poem because I haven’t been able to cum in three years without thinking of his hips sliding into mine: like first base, like second base, like third base, like home.”— Trista Mateer, amazon.com
“I know it doesn’t sound like it, but this is a love poem, this is a love poem, this is a love poem until it isn’t anymore.”— Trista Mateer, tristamateer.com
“She subscribes to the bible of mouth to mouth (and gin, and sweat). She makes me want to ransack my own temple.”— Trista Mateer, amazon.com
“I tell him about the boys and cobwebs and how I’m not sure when I’m the spider or the one getting caught.”— Ari Eastman, amazon.com
“Someone once told me it’s a bad thing to start suddenly speaking in tongues, but he knows that language better than anyone. I don’t understand a word, but thank God he does. Love is like the first cherry tree blossoming. Love is like the two of us taking turns biting the apple tree. Love is like our…”— Ari Eastman, amazon.com
“I see a nutcracker in a store window display and want to throw the biggest rock at it I can find. I want to shatter the glass with my bare knuckles, to bleed all over the happiness. I want to stuff tinsel in the mouth of the nutcracker, to watch him destroy everything that is supposed to bring cheer…”— Ari Eastman, amazon.com