Michelle Brea:
She was illusive. She was today. She was tomorrow. She was the faintest scent of a cactus flower, the flitting shadow of an elf owl. We did not know what to make of her.
Michelle Brea:
You cannot prevent the birds of sorrow from flying over your head, but you can prevent them from building nests in your hair
Michelle Brea:
Whoever said being a reindeer was fun?
Michelle Brea:
A shade of Dark
Michelle Brea:
Laughter is sunshine, it chases winter from the human face
Michelle Brea:
[Kids] don't remember what you try to teach them. They remember what you are.
Michelle Brea:
Quietly, Undramatically
Michelle Brea:
Scaffolding of Sadness
Michelle Brea:
Stare Back and Smile
Michelle Brea:
Little Miss A
Michelle Brea:
Swept
Michelle Brea:
We laugh and laugh, and nothing can ever be sad, no one can be lost, or dead, or far away, right now we are here, and nothing can mar our perfection, or steal the joy of this perfect moment...
Michelle Brea:
A World We Pretend
Michelle Brea:
Being unwanted, unloved, uncared for, forgotten by everybody, I think that is a much greater hunger, a much greater poverty than the person who has nothing to eat.