He Stood Against The Wind And Let

A Refugee Population Is Hungry For Language And Aware That Anything Can Happen.

It Is For God To Fix The Time Who Knows No Time.

Each Night About This Time He Puts On Sadness Like A Garment And Goes On Writing.

What Would It Be Like To Live In A Library Of Melted Books. With Sentences Streaming Over The Floor And All The Punctuation Settled To The Bottom As A Residue. It Would Be Confusing. Unforgivable. A Great Adventure.

When I Began To Be Published, People Got The Idea That I Should 'teach Writing,' Which I Have No Idea How To Do And Don't Really Believe In.