I'm Sick Of Not Having The Courage

You Can't Argue With Someone Who Believes, Or Just Passionately Suspects, That The Poet's Function Is Not To Write What He Must Write But, Rather, To Write What He Would Write If His Life Depended On His Taking Responsibility For Writing What He Must In A Style Designed To Shut Out As Few Of His Old Librarians As Humanly Possible.

She Wrote To Him Fairly Regularly, From A Paradise Of Triple Exclamation Points And Inaccurate Observations.

I Suspect That Money Is A Far Greater Distraction For The Artist Than Hunger.

Did You See More Glass?

I Have Scars On My Hands From Touching Certain People.