I feel too much. It's like being drummed to death from within. You know?

The poem has to bear the weight with image, language... the screenplay with dialogue, plot.

But there it is: Everyone is alone, for life, and maybe that's not such a bad thing.

And I know I'm supposed to feel guilty for wanting people to buy my books... and books in general? Novels and poetry, they belong to the realm of art. How dirty of us to try to hawk art! But, after a decade of hand-wringing and apologies, I can't quite muster the guilt anymore.

I have faith in human beings. I struggle with that faith.

Different genres allow me to not feel so hemmed in by my own voice, tics, style.

I prefer true over happy now.