A lot of the job that one has to do as a writer is to protect the thing that doesn't match the world.

The only real access that I have to my mind is when I'm writing.

A lot of the job that one has to do as a writer is to protect the thing that doesn't match the world.

Tenderness and Rot Tenderness and rot share a border. And rot is an aggressive neighbor whose iridescence keeps creeping over. No lessons can be drawn from this however. One is not two countries. One is not meat corrupting. It is important to stay sweet and loving.

Forgetting takes space./Forgotten matters displace/as much anything else as/anything else. We must/skirt unlabeled crates/as thought it made sense/and take them when we go/to other states.

What keeps me writing is that I can only know through writing. My major sense organ is apparently a pencil.

A too closely watched flower/blossoms the wrong color./Excess attention to the jonquil/turns it gentian. Flowers/need it tranquil to get/their hues right. Some/only open at midnight.