Who doesn't want to just disappear, at some point in the day, in a year, to just step off the map and float?

Who doesn't want to just disappear, at some point in the day, in a year, to just step off the map and float?

By the time I make my way to the border of Mauritania, to the edge of the Sahara, I see no end to being lost. You can spend your entire life simply falling in that direction. It isn't a station you reach but just the general state of going down. Once you make it back, if you make it back, you will stand before your long-lost friends but in some essential way they will no longer know you.

On a good day I write, all day.

The attention one gets from being a poet isnt great.

The first book I could call mine, my first book, was a picture book, The Magic Monkey - it was adapted from an old Chinese legend by a thirteen-year-old prodigy named Plato Chan with the help of his sister.

There are many ways to drown, only the most obvious wave their arms as they're going under.