What Cannot Be Said, Will Get Wept.

The Wilderness Does Not Make You Forget Your Normal Life So Much As It Removes The Distractions For Proper Remembering.

Writers Can Write Outside Their Ethnicity Or Sex Depending How Open And Vulnerable They Wish To Be.

The Days Are Stacked Against What We Think We Are.

I Don't See Gender As The Most Significant Fact Of Human Existence.

Wherever We Go We Do Harm, Forgiving Ourselves As Wheels Do Cement For Wearing Each Other Out. We Set This House On Fire, Forgetting That We Live Within. (from "to A Meadowlark," For M.l. Smoker)