Being Sixteen In The Pants I Died

Poetry Is My Life, My Postmark, My Hands, My Kitchen, My Face.

I Burn The Way Money Burns.

Writers Are Such Phonies: They Sometimes Have Wise Insights But They Don't Live By Them At All. That's What Writers Are Like...you Think They Know Something, But Usually They Are Just Messes.

Poor Thing. To Die And Never See Brooklyn.

Death's In The Good-bye.