I Wish My Life Could Be Like

I Understood Why She Did It. At That Moment I Knew Why People Tagged Graffiti On The Walls Of Neat Little Houses And Scratched The Paint On New Cars And Beat Up Well-tended Children. It Was Only Natural To Want To Destroy Something You Could Never Have.

We Read So That We Can Be Moved By A New Way Of Looking At Things.

We Have No Home, She Told Me. I Am Your Home.

Oleander Time, She Said. Lovers Who Kill Each Other Now Will Blame It On The Wind.

I'm Incredibly Restless. I Read A Lot Of Poetry. I Also Find Myself Reading The First 20 Pages Of Everything, Looking For Something. And You Know What? I'm Usually Looking For The Book I'm Writing. And It's Not Out There!