I Guess My Writing Has Changed As

Happiness. It Comes On Unexpectedly. And Goes Beyond, Really, Any Early Morning Talk About It.

The Places Where Water Comes Together With Other Water. Those Places Stand Out In My Mind Like Holy Places.

Anyone Can Express Himself Or Herself, But What Writers And Poets Want To Do In Their Work, More Than Simply Express Themselves, Is Communicate.

Something’s Died In Me,” She Goes. “it Took A Long Time For It To Do It, But It’s Dead. You’ve Killed Something, Just Like You’d Took An Axe To It. Everything Is Dirt Now.

You're A Beautiful Drunk, Daughter. But You're A Drunk.