I Don't Think I Solve Problems In

If I Waited For Perfection... I Would Never Write A Word.

Kill What You Can't Save What You Can't Eat Throw Out What You Can't Throw Out Bury What You Can't Bury Give Away What You Can't Give Away You Must Carry With You, It Is Always Heavier Than You Thought.

Her Glass Wings Are Gone.

We Are A Society Dying, Said Aunt Lydia, Of Too Much Choice.

I Lie On The Floor, Washed By Nothing And Hanging On. I Cry At Night. I Am Afraid Of Hearing Voices, Or A Voice. I Have Come To The Edge, Of The Land. I Could Get Pushed Over.