We are all naturally xenophobic.

I can write anywhere.

I don't know what psychotherapy does. I have been seeing the same person for 26 years now.

When we die we are only stories in the minds of others, I thought

One of the curious effects of a bad hangover is that you think you're wrong whether you are or not. Not wrong in particulars, but wrong in general, wrong about everything.

Barring love I'll take my life in large doses alone--rivers, forests, fish, grouse, mountains. Dogs.

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)