Alcohol Is The River We Sit On

I Can Weep Pretty Easily. I Can Get Tears In My Eyes From A Beautiful Work Of Art.

Perhaps It Is Our Fear, That In The Silence Between Stories, In The Moment Of Falling, The Fear That We Will Never Find The One Story Which Will Save Us, And So We Lunge For Another, And We Feel Safe Again, If Only For As Long As We Are Telling It.

On A Good Day I Write, All Day.

I Became An Electrician After High School. But I Always Had This Thing In Me To Write. But It Was Always A Little Shameful. To Say You Were A Poet Was Saying You Were Kind Of Crazy, And I Carried That Around For A Long Time. I Still Kind Of Carry That. And I Think It Might Be True, Actually.

That Soldiers Do Terrible Things During Wartime Should Not Surprise Us.