This Is The World I Want To

Why Are We So Monumentally Slow?

I Think The Job Of Writing And Literature Is To Encourage Each One Of Us To Believe That We're Living In A Story.

The Thousands Small Birds Of January In Their Smooth Soaring Cloud Finding The Trees.

Poetry [is] More Necessary Than Ever As A Fire To Light Our Tongues.

Where We Live In The World Is Never One Place. Our Hearts, Those Dogged Mirrors, Keep Flashing Us Moons Before We Are Ready For Them.