Literature can teach us how to live before we live, and how to die before we die. I believe that writing is practice for death, and for every (other) transformation human beings encounter.
Love is the outlaw's duty.
Towns change; they grow or diminish, but hometowns remain as we left them.
The writing life is a secret life, wither we admit it or not.
I write line by line, by the sound and the weight and the music of the words.
Smoke veils the air like souls in drifting suspension, declining the war's insistence everyone move on.