My goal, with whatever I'm working on, is to lose track of time.

Teaching is all armchair. I learn about writing by writing and thinking about what I've written and throwing it away.

People are considered as areas that resist light, mistakes in the air, collision sweet spots. At the time of this writing, the whole world is a crime scene: People eat space with their bodies; they are rain decayers; the wind is slaughtered when they move. A retaliation is probably coming. Should a person cease to move, she would cease to kill the sky, and the world might begin to recover.

Rain is used as white noise when God is disgusted by too much prayer, when the sky is stuffed to bursting with the noise of what people need.

To me one of the amazing technologies of writing is the way it can listen in on thoughts. I don't feel that that's natural to other art forms in the same way.

It amazes me that parents are allowed to raise kids. There's so much power and often very little accountability.

A misspelled word is probably an alias for some desperate call for aid, which is bound to fail.