Uncharged With Invisible Meaning, The Visible Is

Someone Dying Asks If There Is Life After Death. Yes, Comes The Answer, Only Not Yours.

The Poem Is A Cry Of The Unborn Heart. Yes, Because The Poem Perfectly Embodies The World, There Is No World Without Poem.

Stories Distribute The Suffering So That It Can Be Borne.

There Is No Longer Any Such Thing As Fiction Or Nonfiction; There's Only Narrative.

I've Known Several Cases Of Writers Who Decide To Write About Something And They Research The Hell Out Of It And When They're Ready To Write, They Can't Move Because They Are So Burdened. I Start Writing. Whatever I Need Somehow Comes To Hand.