inside us, a flower taken whole, a field built inside.

inside us, a flower taken whole, a field built inside.

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

There is a physics to the world, which non-fiction has a contract to stand in awe of, otherwise it becomes completely self-centered and ego-driven, which is the death of a memoir.

In life you get one take, and it's perfect. It's strange, afterwards you might think I shouldn't have reacted that way, but that's the way you reacted. That's your take; that's all you get.

On a good day I write, all day.

Writers, especially poets, are particularly prone to madness.