If I Could Write The Perfect Novella

But To Do Its Noticing And Judging, Poetry Balances Itself On The Pinprick Of The Moment. Slowing Down, Stopping Yourself Completely, To Read And Understand A Poem Is Like Trying To Acquire An Old-fashioned Skill.

By Measuring Individual Human Worth, The Novelist Reveals The Full Enormity Of The State

When They Kissed She Immediately Felt His Tongue, Tensed And Strong, Pushing Past Her Teeth, Like Some Bully Shouldering His Way Into A Room. Entering Her.

I've Yet To Meet Somebody Who Said, 'your Stories Are So Revolting I Couldn't Read Them.'

Now, I'm An Atheist. I Really Don't Believe For A Moment That Our Moral Sense Comes From A God.